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

The old failed actor genuinely believed this girl was of a lesser race. He believed she shouldn't be talking with me, shouldn't be here at this party, shouldn't be here in this country. He wanted a white England. I didn't really challenge him on it. Sometimes I justify it with thoughts like I was drunk, or baffled, or it isn't an argument I'll win, or he can't hear me anyway, or whatever. I didn't argue with him. I just cut off his rant and left with a pathetic "In a bit."

have you read

lol

that looks like my instagram account

ion

is everyoneback on tumblr now

yeah

i was tempted to lie about my name

i really havent

or never left

i have read not even 1 book

i dont understand magnetisation

i want to do that too

theres a kind of a cowardice to generative art that i want to avoid though. i want the kind of relationship to this thing that a game designer has to a game engine

what do you think my name is

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

feel you

...

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

we can only engage in such a way

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

you have a beautiful account btw

so the method has to be autonomous

Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15

division of reality is straying away from it

you know who you are. no more time, not like

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like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

The only real Londoner remaining is old, bitter, kept around for entertainment, defined by tropes from 30+ years ago. They play gangsters in films, or they work in a pie and mash shop, or they go on Business Insider's YouTube channel to tell you about their crimes. And they somehow still find the time to spend all day hanging about cafes and pubs for you to bump into, to remind you of Real London.

much more tactility

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

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.