the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
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lol
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
its good
no i haven't really read anything
lol yea
that looks like my instagram account
i was tempted to lie about my name
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
plato
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
feel you
no like which do people call me
thank you
which magnetises chains of pins
yeah
fw
send link
i have read not even 1 book
your feed looks like my tumblr
is everyoneback on tumblr now
what do you think my name is
yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf
idk
like first name
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.
He was a proper old-fashioned London geezer (cringe word, hate it, can't think of a better one, worst of all it's the correct word), kind of East Endy, kind of Real London, the kind you don't really meet but if you do it always feels like an uncanny immersive theatre experience. They're anachronistic. They only belong in the London collectively imagined by people who don't spend any time in it.