i dont understand magnetisation

bro i read nothing in my life

your feed looks like my tumblr

sorry i am texting like a slav

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

i have read not even 1 book

its good

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

god being the centre magnet

i understand

send your tumblr

isaac

Picture

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

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.

I Write Goodbye Letter

⚠️ Live Document Forever ⚠️

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities


2 (actually index). two is company

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

The only real Londoner remaining is old, bitter, kept around for entertainment, defined by tropes from 30+ years ago. They play gangsters in films, or they work in a pie and mash shop, or they go on Business Insider's YouTube channel to tell you about their crimes. And they somehow still find the time to spend all day hanging about cafes and pubs for you to bump into, to remind you of Real London.

in a post. I want to be remembered

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was it worth it

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.