"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
lol
the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
division of reality is straying away from it
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
Lift Analysis
Thank you, Jack
much more tactility
god being the centre magnet
He was cast as the guy who gets picked up and thrown out of the poker game to set the scene before the main characters arrive. Out of Real London and into real London, a discarded prop, at this party, chatting to me.
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting
it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful
feel you
like magnets
but i respect your search
brb i will read and reply sincerely
as in
what do you mean
ion
we can only engage in such a way
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.
you cannot feed someone truth