lol
i understand
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."
like magnets
was it worth it
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.
sorry i am texting like a slav
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
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i am quite illiterate on producing technology
and the fake qualifier
wait what is that
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
so the method has to be autonomous
so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities
mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation