Lift Analysis

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.

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

i love it here

what do you think my name is

lol

i really havent

is this you as well

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

feel you

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

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

sorry i am texting like a slav

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

so the method has to be autonomous

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

send your tumblr

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

Worse Lift

much more tactility

Picture

mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation

brb i will read and reply sincerely

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

isaac newton

its good short few pages

I catch him on his way to the bar, telling him about this old racist failed actor that I'm avoiding. That I'm failing to confront. I get the sense he's avoiding people too. We get our drinks and find a corner. We chat for a bit. He's managing just fine.

The old failed actor genuinely believed this girl was of a lesser race. He believed she shouldn't be talking with me, shouldn't be here at this party, shouldn't be here in this country. He wanted a white England. I didn't really challenge him on it. Sometimes I justify it with thoughts like I was drunk, or baffled, or it isn't an argument I'll win, or he can't hear me anyway, or whatever. I didn't argue with him. I just cut off his rant and left with a pathetic "In a bit."

Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?