ahnaf abrar
so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities
sorry i am texting like a slav
its good
abrar?
yeah
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
we need to be deconstructing our identities
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
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isaac
no like which do people call me
i dont understand magnetisation
was it worth it
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
have you read
magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you
i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
was it worth it
fw
bro i read nothing in my life
bro i read nothing in my life
feel you
its good short few pages
or never left
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 was tempted to lie about my name
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
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.
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
Her English is poor but she manages a brief introduction before getting to the point. She asks if she can touch his face. She's already reaching out and gesturing at it. Koreans are way too polite, he's just laughing awkwardly. I put my hand kind of between them and wave it to try and indicate no to her. I'm still in fucking mime mode. I say no, but it's not really to her, or to him, just no, in general. This is all too weird. Dejected, she departs with a comment about having never seen someone like him before.