It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

not so on: yvf(wthw)

what do you think my name is

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 was tempted to lie about my name

abrar?

Thank you, Jack

Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

yeah

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

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

I'm sat out the front of a cafe in Hatton Garden. I've just eaten a brie and bacon panini, and I'm rolling a cigarette. Feeling very London. An old man comes up to me and asks for a roll-up. I oblige.

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

isaac newton

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

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

13, H, grate

the site i am dreaming

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

what do you mean

we need to be deconstructing our identities

but i respect your search

Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider this the founding document of iw.gl

no like which do people call me

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.

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

i dont understand magnetisation

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

I imagine that some lab-grown 29-year-old from Woking with a mind honed to identify individuals who fit the profile of Real Londoner (as conceived of by 50 opinion-polled racist builders and their wives in the Midlands) picks a stubborn local who can still somehow afford to live here and passes him along to some creative studio.

and the fake qualifier

your feed looks like my tumblr

i really havent