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Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.
which magnetises chains of pins
magnetises a pin
like magnets
god being the centre magnet
isaac newton
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
plato
send link
was it worth it
i understand
i have read not even 1 book
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
sorry i am texting like a slav
no like which do people call me
was it worth it
send your tumblr
Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?
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i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
hello reader,
The Hatton geezer (fuck off) reminds me of this old failed actor who I'd met at a party a few years ago, another man out of time and out of place. This actor had scored a minor role in Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels and never really let go of it, had gone on to build his whole identity around it. I can't really blame him.
no i haven't really read anything
It's loud and he's gone deaf in one ear, so I don't think he's really hearing anything I'm trying to say. We're both pretty drunk too. It's making for a kind of surreal interactive Business Insider YouTube video of a conversation. He talks, waits for my response, sees my mouth moving but doesn't hear my words, then he imagines something in their place, and replies to that. At least I don't really have to do anything but drink and mime and listen to a lot of bullshit fake gangster talk, being an actor, boxing, the old days, blah blah blah.