you cannot feed someone truth

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


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

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

hiding from the rain

plato

what do you mean

Picture

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

After I get away from the old racist failed actor, I go to see my Korean colleague. He's just arrived in London and I want to see how he's handling the party. We'd been invited as fresh meat for some of the older, gayer attendees. We aren't aware of that.

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

My inability to confront the old racist failed actor is distracting me. I decide not to tell her about it.

We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river. I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the dim silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank. They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.

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

Her English is poor but she manages a brief introduction before getting to the point. She asks if she can touch his face. She's already reaching out and gesturing at it. Koreans are way too polite, he's just laughing awkwardly. I put my hand kind of between them and wave it to try and indicate no to her. I'm still in fucking mime mode. I say no, but it's not really to her, or to him, just no, in general. This is all too weird. Dejected, she departs with a comment about having never seen someone like him before.

As I'm trying to tell my Korean colleague / fresh meat that this is abnormal, that most people in England aren't like this, the host of the party emerges from the bathroom to a roar of laughter and applause. He's a fat middle aged Frenchman and he's changed into traditional Indian dress and a turban. He looks fucking ridiculous. I try to back away, to avoid the inevitable photo of me in this moment that will one day appear to ruin my life, but everyone is crowding around, trapping me in the middle of it.

have you read

13, H, grate

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

not their contents

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

kind of mythopoesis

autonomy of learning

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

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

sorry i am texting like a slav

It Will Get Lighter

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

Can I see