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2 (actually index). two is company

Thank you, Jack, for telling me I'm just as bad as the characters (actually they're people, if that means anything to you) that I'm writing about.

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

hello reader,

i understand

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

or never left

division of reality is straying away from it

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

Better Lift

was it worth it

i really havent

Rain, starting

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

"Put a blanket."

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

not so on: yvf(wthw)

lol

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

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.

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

i was tempted to lie about my name