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nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

that looks like my instagram account

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

is everyoneback on tumblr now

which magnetises chains of pins

yeah

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

its good

was it worth it

have you read

or never left

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

i love it here

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities

i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue

idk

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i have read not even 1 book

i dont understand magnetisation

plato

we need to be deconstructing our identities

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

and the fake qualifier

The only real Londoner remaining is old, bitter, kept around for entertainment, defined by tropes from 30+ years ago. They play gangsters in films, or they work in a pie and mash shop, or they go on Business Insider's YouTube channel to tell you about their crimes. And they somehow still find the time to spend all day hanging about cafes and pubs for you to bump into, to remind you of Real London.

brb i will read and reply sincerely

As I'm trying to tell my Korean colleague / fresh meat that this is abnormal, that most people in England aren't like this, the host of the party emerges from the bathroom to a roar of laughter and applause. He's a fat middle aged Frenchman and he's changed into traditional Indian dress and a turban. He looks fucking ridiculous. I try to back away, to avoid the inevitable photo of me in this moment that will one day appear to ruin my life, but everyone is crowding around, trapping me in the middle of it.

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter