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isaac

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.

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

i dont understand magnetisation

have you read

like magnets

and the fake qualifier

no i haven't really read anything

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

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

ahnaf abrar

no like which do people call me

or never left

send link

was it worth it

sorry i am texting like a slav

i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

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

it is hopeful

bro i read nothing in my life

yeah

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

bro i read nothing in my life

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

its good

Better Lift

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

i was tempted to lie about my name

magnetisation/form

plato

feel you

like first name