feel you
hello reader,
like magnets
what do you mean
bro i read nothing in my life
fw
the site i am dreaming
and the fake qualifier
i was tempted to lie about my name
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
ion
magnetises a pin
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason
wait what is that
i really havent
...
i want to do that too
we need to be deconstructing our identities
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
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
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.
Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.
And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.
its performative
My inability to confront the old racist failed actor is distracting me. I decide not to tell her about it.