no like which do people call me
feel you
bro i read nothing in my life
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
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i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
was it worth it
wait what is that
lol yea
idk
i want to do that too
Her English is poor but she manages a brief introduction before getting to the point. She asks if she can touch his face. She's already reaching out and gesturing at it. Koreans are way too polite, he's just laughing awkwardly. I put my hand kind of between them and wave it to try and indicate no to her. I'm still in fucking mime mode. I say no, but it's not really to her, or to him, just no, in general. This is all too weird. Dejected, she departs with a comment about having never seen someone like him before.
There is a pretty persistent ambient hate in England, a lot of people say vile shit about Muslims or immigrants or whatever, but in my experience most people aren't actual white supremacists. They have a black friend who they get a beer with. One of the good ones. Etc.
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
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.
A roll of 50s is one of the items he dumps onto my table during the search. Of course it is. He asks if I'm a delivery boy or a setter or this or that diamond related job. I keep saying no, I'm enjoying hearing all of these new words. Eventually I tell him that I work in film, which is kind of true. He asks where I'm filming. I'm not filming. He tells me that I can't be that good at it then. He then tells me that he made a film once, in the 80s. It was called Pimlico Rats.
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15