i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

fw

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

you cannot feed someone truth

so the method has to be autonomous

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

brb i will read and reply sincerely

in a post. I want to be remembered

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

was it worth it

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

13, H, grate

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

The Hatton geezer (fuck off) is emptying his pockets, searching for the silver rizlas he apparently has. He refuses to take one of mine (also silver) because the tobacco I'm giving him is already too much to ask. He tells me about the guy who can do 50g of Golden Virginia for a good price, the guy who every other man over 50 knows. I'm not interested.

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

plato

that looks like my instagram account

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