nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
sorry i am texting like a slav
i really havent
magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you
There is a pretty persistent ambient hate in England, a lot of people say vile shit about Muslims or immigrants or whatever, but in my experience most people aren't actual white supremacists. They have a black friend who they get a beer with. One of the good ones. Etc.
i have read not even 1 book
I'm getting bored and he can tell, so he shifts the topic towards me. He tells me he'd spotted me chatting to a girl earlier, a black girl, and asks what I thought of her, if I liked her. I mimed affirmatively.
its good
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The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
yes
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
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
My inability to confront the old racist failed actor is distracting me. I decide not to tell her about it.
have you read
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.
division of reality is straying away from it
We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes. The conversation drifts to the pleasantness of warm lighting and whether anyone needs a smart home. I interrupt her to make a joke about the French Raj as he runs up the causeway. We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.
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.
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
not so on: yvf(wthw)
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
A roll of 50s is one of the items he dumps onto my table during the search. Of course it is. He asks if I'm a delivery boy or a setter or this or that diamond related job. I keep saying no, I'm enjoying hearing all of these new words. Eventually I tell him that I work in film, which is kind of true. He asks where I'm filming. I'm not filming. He tells me that I can't be that good at it then. He then tells me that he made a film once, in the 80s. It was called Pimlico Rats.
I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.
She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.
or never left
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