The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
yeah
which magnetises chains of pins
its good short few pages
i dont understand magnetisation
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
⚠️ Live Document Forever ⚠️
like magnets
isaac newton
i really havent
like first name
I imagine that some lab-grown 29-year-old from Woking with a mind honed to identify individuals who fit the profile of Real Londoner (as conceived of by 50 opinion-polled racist builders and their wives in the Midlands) picks a stubborn local who can still somehow afford to live here and passes him along to some creative studio.
or never left
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.
I'm getting bored and he can tell, so he shifts the topic towards me. He tells me he'd spotted me chatting to a girl earlier, a black girl, and asks what I thought of her, if I liked her. I mimed affirmatively.
idk
and the fake qualifier
Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
send your tumblr
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
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
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.
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
Today I felt like starting
thank you