way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
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.
like magnets
like first name
its good
idk
the site i am dreaming
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
what do you mean
no i haven't really read anything
that looks like my instagram account
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
i have read not even 1 book
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
i want to do that too
or never left
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.
have you read
which magnetises chains of pins
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was it worth it
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.
hello reader,
so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities
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The studio designs some piece of media to perpetuate the marketable concept of Real London, while the real London is hollowed out by hollow bankers or whatever. Not pulling on that thread. But the yuppies don't mind because they're free to iterate on Real London without any competition from real London because it's too concerned with its slow eradication. And there's nice flats to live in now or whatever. The yuppies can begin to inhabit their Real London.
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.
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books