god being the centre magnet

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

sorry i am texting like a slav

The Hatton geezer (fuck off) reminds me of this old failed actor who I'd met at a party a few years ago, another man out of time and out of place. This actor had scored a minor role in Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels and never really let go of it, had gone on to build his whole identity around it. I can't really blame him.

i love it here

autonomy of learning

no i haven't really read anything