He went in there with a camera to film it before he moved out of the building. He didn't think anyone would believe the story if he didn't have proof.

magnetises a pin

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

plato

sorry i am texting like a slav

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

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

Thank you, Jack

plato

Overall meaning: The dream seems to explore vulnerability, unspoken emotion, and the tension between connection and isolation. It suggests you may be processing intense feelings of longing or missed opportunities, and your subconscious is guiding you to acknowledge, release, or transform them.

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

barren land

2 (actually index). two is company

Actual born-Londoners aren't LARPing like this, they sold their shite family home for a million pounds and moved to Malaga years ago. They have their culture and they've taken it elsewhere.

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

ion

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'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

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

Today I felt like starting

It Will Get Lighter

or never left

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

It's loud and he's gone deaf in one ear, so I don't think he's really hearing anything I'm trying to say. We're both pretty drunk too. It's making for a kind of surreal interactive Business Insider YouTube video of a conversation. He talks, waits for my response, sees my mouth moving but doesn't hear my words, then he imagines something in their place, and replies to that. At least I don't really have to do anything but drink and mime and listen to a lot of bullshit fake gangster talk, being an actor, boxing, the old days, blah blah blah.

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

send your tumblr

like magnets

its performative

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.

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch