As I'm trying to tell my Korean colleague / fresh meat that this is abnormal, that most people in England aren't like this, the host of the party emerges from the bathroom to a roar of laughter and applause. He's a fat middle aged Frenchman and he's changed into traditional Indian dress and a turban. He looks fucking ridiculous. I try to back away, to avoid the inevitable photo of me in this moment that will one day appear to ruin my life, but everyone is crowding around, trapping me in the middle of it.
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
its good short few pages
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
i really havent
i understand
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
i really havent
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
and the fake qualifier
autonomy of learning
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
so the method has to be autonomous
Can I see
we can only engage in such a way
the site i am dreaming
yes
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
your feed looks like my tumblr
it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful
i have read not even 1 book
...
plato
really i want the internet