And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.

i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things

yeah

its good

i really havent

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

like first name

your feed looks like my tumblr

we need to be deconstructing our identities

lol

ion

barren land

ahnaf abrar

is everyoneback on tumblr now

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.

hello reader,

lol yea

I Write Goodbye Letter

was it worth it

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

...

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.