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i have read not even 1 book

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

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i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

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its good

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

yeah

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book


not so on: yvf(wthw)

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

bro i read nothing in my life

The Hatton geezer (fuck off) reminds me of this old failed actor who I'd met at a party a few years ago, another man out of time and out of place. This actor had scored a minor role in Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels and never really let go of it, had gone on to build his whole identity around it. I can't really blame him.

Actual born-Londoners aren't LARPing like this, they sold their shite family home for a million pounds and moved to Malaga years ago. They have their culture and they've taken it elsewhere.

i really havent

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.

was it worth it

confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.

wait what is that

god being the centre magnet

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

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.


He went in there with a camera to film it before he moved out of the building. He didn't think anyone would believe the story if he didn't have proof.