i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
you know who you are. no more time, not like
1
. way too specific.fw
Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.
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
lol yea
that looks like my instagram account
what do you think my name is
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
its good
so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities
ahnaf abrar
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
no like which do people call me
and the fake qualifier
we need to be deconstructing our identities
and the fake qualifier
was it worth it
or never left
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
barren land
really i want the internet
brb i will read and reply sincerely
But seriously, thank you, Jack, for telling me that I could submit this to a high-level literary magazine or creative nonfiction outlet with some minor tweaks. I don't think I will do that.
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
The Hatton geezer (fuck off) is emptying his pockets, searching for the silver rizlas he apparently has. He refuses to take one of mine (also silver) because the tobacco I'm giving him is already too much to ask. He tells me about the guy who can do 50g of Golden Virginia for a good price, the guy who every other man over 50 knows. I'm not interested.
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me