not their contents
She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.
sorry i am texting like a slav
idk
isaac newton
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plato
i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things
yeah
magnetises a pin
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
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
whats your name?
your feed looks like my tumblr
which magnetises chains of pins
its good
i understand
...
that looks like my instagram account
its good short few pages
so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
I imagine that some lab-grown 29-year-old from Woking with a mind honed to identify individuals who fit the profile of Real Londoner (as conceived of by 50 opinion-polled racist builders and their wives in the Midlands) picks a stubborn local who can still somehow afford to live here and passes him along to some creative studio.
god being the centre magnet
lol yea
Today I felt like starting