My inability to confront the old racist failed actor is distracting me. I decide not to tell her about it.
And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.
A roll of 50s is one of the items he dumps onto my table during the search. Of course it is. He asks if I'm a delivery boy or a setter or this or that diamond related job. I keep saying no, I'm enjoying hearing all of these new words. Eventually I tell him that I work in film, which is kind of true. He asks where I'm filming. I'm not filming. He tells me that I can't be that good at it then. He then tells me that he made a film once, in the 80s. It was called Pimlico Rats.
magnetises a pin
i dont understand magnetisation
plato
hello reader,
a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it
"Put a blanket."
yeah
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
i love it here
bro i read nothing in my life
it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!
send your tumblr
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
The Hatton geezer (fuck off) reminds me of this old failed actor who I'd met at a party a few years ago, another man out of time and out of place. This actor had scored a minor role in Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels and never really let go of it, had gone on to build his whole identity around it. I can't really blame him.
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
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