I'm sat out the front of a cafe in Hatton Garden. I've just eaten a brie and bacon panini, and I'm rolling a cigarette. Feeling very London. An old man comes up to me and asks for a roll-up. I oblige.
was it worth it
lol
ahnaf abrar
its good short few pages
feel you
isaac newton
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
is everyoneback on tumblr now
what do you think my name is
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
isaac
no i haven't really read anything
i want to do that too
It's loud and he's gone deaf in one ear, so I don't think he's really hearing anything I'm trying to say. We're both pretty drunk too. It's making for a kind of surreal interactive Business Insider YouTube video of a conversation. He talks, waits for my response, sees my mouth moving but doesn't hear my words, then he imagines something in their place, and replies to that. At least I don't really have to do anything but drink and mime and listen to a lot of bullshit fake gangster talk, being an actor, boxing, the old days, blah blah blah.
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
There is a pretty persistent ambient hate in England, a lot of people say vile shit about Muslims or immigrants or whatever, but in my experience most people aren't actual white supremacists. They have a black friend who they get a beer with. One of the good ones. Etc.
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
was it worth it
i really havent