there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
what do you mean
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.
isaac
plato
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
its good short few pages
whats your name?
its good
barren land
or never left
ion
We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes. The conversation drifts to the pleasantness of warm lighting and whether anyone needs a smart home. I interrupt her to make a joke about the French Raj as he runs up the causeway. We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.
lol
send your tumblr
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
kind of mythopoesis
no i haven't really read anything
Today I felt like starting
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
currently