a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book
i understand
yeah
was it worth it
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.
no like which do people call me
isaac newton
its good short few pages
i want to do that too
sorry i am texting like a slav
the site i am dreaming
god being the centre magnet
i really havent
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
we need to be deconstructing our identities
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
plato
i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason
no i haven't really read anything
what do you think my name is
Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
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."