and the fake qualifier
plato
i was tempted to lie about my name
i love it here
i want to do that too
what do you think my name is
its good short few pages
so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
is everyoneback on tumblr now
no like which do people call me
i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things
sorry i am texting like a slav
idk
was it worth it
We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river. I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the dim silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank. They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.
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.
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.
i dont understand magnetisation
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
As we're stood there I notice a middle-aged woman staring at us across the room. I'm trying to catch her gaze, but its kind of vacant. I guess she sees me looking and considers it to be an invitation. She floats over to us in this strange dazed way, and on the approach I realise she's staring at (through?) my Korean colleague / fresh meat. She's saying wow, wow, wow. She seems genuinely so delighted, so shocked, so elated.
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.
yeah
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
i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it