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!
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:
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.
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
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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?
feel you
sorry i am texting like a slav
i love it here
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