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
ahnaf abrar
god being the centre magnet
idk
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
that looks like my instagram account
sorry i am texting like a slav
i was tempted to lie about my name
like magnets
She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
send your tumblr
its good
what do you think my name is
isaac newton
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
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.
"Put a blanket."
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
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.
hello reader,
like first name
i dont understand magnetisation
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