I imagine that some lab-grown 29-year-old from Woking with a mind honed to identify individuals who fit the profile of Real Londoner (as conceived of by 50 opinion-polled racist builders and their wives in the Midlands) picks a stubborn local who can still somehow afford to live here and passes him along to some creative studio.

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

i love it here

so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities

i understand

your feed looks like my tumblr

god being the centre magnet

magnetises a pin

lol

that looks like my instagram account

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

is this you as well

no i haven't really read anything

plato

isaac newton

i was tempted to lie about my name

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

A procession forms behind the French Raj and his fireworks bearer as they head out the door. I've lost my Korean colleague / fresh meat in the chaos. I'm sure he'll be able to fend for himself. They have mandatory military service in Korea.

i have read not even 1 book

The old failed actor genuinely believed this girl was of a lesser race. He believed she shouldn't be talking with me, shouldn't be here at this party, shouldn't be here in this country. He wanted a white England. I didn't really challenge him on it. Sometimes I justify it with thoughts like I was drunk, or baffled, or it isn't an argument I'll win, or he can't hear me anyway, or whatever. I didn't argue with him. I just cut off his rant and left with a pathetic "In a bit."

hiding from the rain

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

you know who you are. no more time, not like

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