As we're stood there I notice a middle-aged woman staring at us across the room. I'm trying to catch her gaze, but its kind of vacant. I guess she sees me looking and considers it to be an invitation. She floats over to us in this strange dazed way, and on the approach I realise she's staring at (through?) my Korean colleague / fresh meat. She's saying wow, wow, wow. She seems genuinely so delighted, so shocked, so elated.
Another Frenchman pushes through the crowd to join him. He's an events organiser who I'd met earlier, and he's holding a large box wrapped in a bin bag. They're the fireworks he'd smuggled in from France the night before. They're Industrial Grade, whatever that means for fireworks.
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way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
hello reader,
no like which do people call me
We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river. I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the dim silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank. They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.
what do you think my name is
Better Lift
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.like first name
"Put a blanket."
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet