We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river. I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the dim silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank. They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.
The Hatton geezer (fuck off) reminds me of this old failed actor who I'd met at a party a few years ago, another man out of time and out of place. This actor had scored a minor role in Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels and never really let go of it, had gone on to build his whole identity around it. I can't really blame him.
so the method has to be autonomous
we want to live the knowledge too live the content
not so on: yvf(wthw)
Lift Analysis
much more tactility
mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.i want to do that too
yeah
is everyoneback on tumblr now
amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting
sorry i am texting like a slav