you cannot feed someone truth

Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?

i love it here

isaac

its good

yeah

plato

no i haven't really read anything

sorry i am texting like a slav

i dont understand magnetisation

have you read

or never left

i understand

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

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

fw

its good short few pages

idk

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

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

is everyoneback on tumblr now

really i want the internet

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

hello reader,

not so on: yvf(wthw)

13, H, grate

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

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."

He was cast as the guy who gets picked up and thrown out of the poker game to set the scene before the main characters arrive. Out of Real London and into real London, a discarded prop, at this party, chatting to me.

magnetises a pin

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