yes
was it worth it
I'm sat out the front of a cafe in Hatton Garden. I've just eaten a brie and bacon panini, and I'm rolling a cigarette. Feeling very London. An old man comes up to me and asks for a roll-up. I oblige.
I am below everything.
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
and the fake qualifier
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
like first name
my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given
abrar?
Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?
i am quite illiterate on producing technology
i really havent
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division of reality is straying away from it
magnetises a pin
sorry i am texting like a slav
i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason
no i haven't really read anything
isaac newton
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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the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
yeah
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos