Thank you, Jack
hello reader,
or never left
what do you think my name is
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like magnets
It's loud and he's gone deaf in one ear, so I don't think he's really hearing anything I'm trying to say. We're both pretty drunk too. It's making for a kind of surreal interactive Business Insider YouTube video of a conversation. He talks, waits for my response, sees my mouth moving but doesn't hear my words, then he imagines something in their place, and replies to that. At least I don't really have to do anything but drink and mime and listen to a lot of bullshit fake gangster talk, being an actor, boxing, the old days, blah blah blah.
i dont understand magnetisation
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
you know who you are. no more time, not like
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. way too specific.your feed looks like my tumblr
My inability to confront the old racist failed actor is distracting me. I decide not to tell her about it.
bro i read nothing in my life
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.
fw
lol yea
what do you mean
After I get away from the old racist failed actor, I go to see my Korean colleague. He's just arrived in London and I want to see how he's handling the party. We'd been invited as fresh meat for some of the older, gayer attendees. We aren't aware of that.
that looks like my instagram account
yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
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.
wait what is that
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time