I'm sat out the front of a cafe in Hatton Garden. I've just eaten a brie and bacon panini, and I'm rolling a cigarette. Feeling very London. An old man comes up to me and asks for a roll-up. I oblige.

what do you mean

i dont understand magnetisation

ion

have you read

its good

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

i want to do that too

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

is this you as well

your feed looks like my tumblr

that looks like my instagram account

whats your name?

which magnetises chains of pins

...

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

i really havent

no like which do people call me

isaac newton

magnetisation/form

is everyoneback on tumblr now

brb i will read and reply sincerely

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

Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting