i was tempted to lie about my name

feel you

you know who you are. no more time, not like

1

. way too specific.

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

i really havent

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

its good short few pages

in a post. I want to be remembered

13, H, grate

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i understand

"Put a blanket."

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

send link

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

its good

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

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.

A procession forms behind the French Raj and his fireworks bearer as they head out the door. I've lost my Korean colleague / fresh meat in the chaos. I'm sure he'll be able to fend for himself. They have mandatory military service in Korea.

sorry i am texting like a slav

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.

yeah

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

bro i read nothing in my life

isaac newton

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

The old failed actor genuinely believed this girl was of a lesser race. He believed she shouldn't be talking with me, shouldn't be here at this party, shouldn't be here in this country. He wanted a white England. I didn't really challenge him on it. Sometimes I justify it with thoughts like I was drunk, or baffled, or it isn't an argument I'll win, or he can't hear me anyway, or whatever. I didn't argue with him. I just cut off his rant and left with a pathetic "In a bit."

is everyoneback on tumblr now

My inability to confront the old racist failed actor is distracting me. I decide not to tell her about it.