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.
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
isaac newton
like magnets
send your tumblr
that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.
that looks like my instagram account
kind of mythopoesis
its good
its good short few pages
we can only engage in such a way
magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
sorry i am texting like a slav
barren land
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
Thank you, Jack, for telling me I'm just as bad as the characters (actually they're people, if that means anything to you) that I'm writing about.
Thank you, Jack
propensity within someone
as in
my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given