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
is this you as well
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.
isaac newton
have you read
or never left
that looks like my instagram account
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
ion
is everyoneback on tumblr now
like magnets
i have read not even 1 book
god being the centre magnet
its good
thank you
sorry i am texting like a slav
send your tumblr
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
barren land
what do you mean
plato
i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason
i love it here
magnetises a pin
plato
The studio designs some piece of media to perpetuate the marketable concept of Real London, while the real London is hollowed out by hollow bankers or whatever. Not pulling on that thread. But the yuppies don't mind because they're free to iterate on Real London without any competition from real London because it's too concerned with its slow eradication. And there's nice flats to live in now or whatever. The yuppies can begin to inhabit their Real London.
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
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
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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.
Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations: