the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
plato
lol
its good short few pages
kind of mythopoesis
i have read not even 1 book
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.
we can only engage in such a way
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
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08
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.
magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13
is everyoneback on tumblr now
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
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.
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
Thank you, Jack
As I'm trying to tell my Korean colleague / fresh meat that this is abnormal, that most people in England aren't like this, the host of the party emerges from the bathroom to a roar of laughter and applause. He's a fat middle aged Frenchman and he's changed into traditional Indian dress and a turban. He looks fucking ridiculous. I try to back away, to avoid the inevitable photo of me in this moment that will one day appear to ruin my life, but everyone is crowding around, trapping me in the middle of it.
Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:
whats your name?
so the method has to be autonomous
your feed looks like my tumblr