not their contents
We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes. The conversation drifts to the pleasantness of warm lighting and whether anyone needs a smart home. I interrupt her to make a joke about the French Raj as he runs up the causeway. We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.
plato
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
magnetises a pin
yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf
god being the centre magnet
is this you as well
no like which do people call me
i want to do that too
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
like first name
its good short few pages
its good
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
yeah
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
we need to be deconstructing our identities
have you read
send your tumblr
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
I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.
that looks like my instagram account
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