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have you read
ion
what do you mean
yeah
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?
is everyoneback on tumblr now
no longer writing in the third person
god being the centre magnet
like magnets
i have read not even 1 book
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
much more tactility
plato
magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you
its good short few pages
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
lol yea
isaac
barren land
like first name
whats your name?
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.
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."
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.