idk


so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

its good

the site i am dreaming

is everyoneback on tumblr now

ahnaf abrar

which magnetises chains of pins

i really havent

feel you

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

sorry i am texting like a slav

whats your name?

plato

no i haven't really read anything

isaac newton

i have read not even 1 book

It Will Get Lighter

and the fake qualifier

like magnets

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

I Write Goodbye Letter

I'm getting bored and he can tell, so he shifts the topic towards me. He tells me he'd spotted me chatting to a girl earlier, a black girl, and asks what I thought of her, if I liked her. I mimed affirmatively.

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book


i am quite illiterate on producing technology

I am below everything.

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.

Thank you, Jack


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.

what do you think my name is

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

He was a proper old-fashioned London geezer (cringe word, hate it, can't think of a better one, worst of all it's the correct word), kind of East Endy, kind of Real London, the kind you don't really meet but if you do it always feels like an uncanny immersive theatre experience. They're anachronistic. They only belong in the London collectively imagined by people who don't spend any time in it.