we want to live the knowledge too live the content

not so on: yvf(wthw)

My inability to confront the old racist failed actor is distracting me. I decide not to tell her about it.

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

which magnetises chains of pins

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!


2 (actually index). two is company

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.

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

god being the centre magnet

Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:

this will be about a slug

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.

Slug

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

confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.

is everyoneback on tumblr now

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I'm sat out the front of a cafe in Hatton Garden. I've just eaten a brie and bacon panini, and I'm rolling a cigarette. Feeling very London. An old man comes up to me and asks for a roll-up. I oblige.

whats your name?

your feed looks like my tumblr

feel you

sorry i am texting like a slav

i love it here

thank you

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