He was a proper old-fashioned London geezer (cringe word, hate it, can't think of a better one, worst of all it's the correct word), kind of East Endy, kind of Real London, the kind you don't really meet but if you do it always feels like an uncanny immersive theatre experience. They're anachronistic. They only belong in the London collectively imagined by people who don't spend any time in it.
Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
you have a beautiful account btw
i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
you cannot feed someone truth
its performative
no i haven't really read anything
magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you
the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
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'm getting bored and he can tell, so he shifts the topic towards me. He tells me he'd spotted me chatting to a girl earlier, a black girl, and asks what I thought of her, if I liked her. I mimed affirmatively.
brb i will read and reply sincerely
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
really i want the internet
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
like first name
i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
is everyoneback on tumblr now
i have read not even 1 book
and the fake qualifier
I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.
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isaac newton
Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider this the founding document of iw.gl