that looks like my instagram account
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sorry i am texting like a slav
whats your name?
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
idk
magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
fw
I catch him on his way to the bar, telling him about this old racist failed actor that I'm avoiding. That I'm failing to confront. I get the sense he's avoiding people too. We get our drinks and find a corner. We chat for a bit. He's managing just fine.
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
like magnets
division of reality is straying away from it
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.
"Put a blanket."
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
yeah
or never left
no i haven't really read anything
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.
much more tactility
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
December 2025
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.