bro i read nothing in my life
we need to be deconstructing our identities
feel you
what do you think my name is
like first name
no like which do people call me
i was tempted to lie about my name
Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after
dusk
, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.your feed looks like my tumblr
i love it here
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
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.
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
i want to do that too
i really havent
really i want the internet
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
send your tumblr
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
Actual born-Londoners aren't LARPing like this, they sold their shite family home for a million pounds and moved to Malaga years ago. They have their culture and they've taken it elsewhere.
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books