this will be about a slug

send your tumblr

the site i am dreaming

its good

wait what is that

bro i read nothing in my life

And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.

which magnetises chains of pins

plato

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

The Hatton geezer (fuck off) reminds me of this old failed actor who I'd met at a party a few years ago, another man out of time and out of place. This actor had scored a minor role in Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels and never really let go of it, had gone on to build his whole identity around it. I can't really blame him.

i was tempted to lie about my name

...

It Will Get Lighter

magnetises a pin

"Put a blanket."
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

barren land

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

He went in there with a camera to film it before he moved out of the building. He didn't think anyone would believe the story if he didn't have proof.

feel you

lol

As we're stood there I notice a middle-aged woman staring at us across the room. I'm trying to catch her gaze, but its kind of vacant. I guess she sees me looking and considers it to be an invitation. She floats over to us in this strange dazed way, and on the approach I realise she's staring at (through?) my Korean colleague / fresh meat. She's saying wow, wow, wow. She seems genuinely so delighted, so shocked, so elated.

Slug

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

Rain, starting


The Hatton geezer (fuck off) is emptying his pockets, searching for the silver rizlas he apparently has. He refuses to take one of mine (also silver) because the tobacco I'm giving him is already too much to ask. He tells me about the guy who can do 50g of Golden Virginia for a good price, the guy who every other man over 50 knows. I'm not interested.

13, H, grate

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i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

But seriously, thank you, Jack, for telling me that I could submit this to a high-level literary magazine or creative nonfiction outlet with some minor tweaks. I don't think I will do that.