My inability to confront the old racist failed actor is distracting me. I decide not to tell her about it.

Slug

god being the centre magnet

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

that looks like my instagram account

lol

lol yea

i have read not even 1 book

idk

your feed looks like my tumblr

its good

barren land

yeah

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.

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

what do you mean

have you read

fw

as in

plato

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

its performative