Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

so the method has to be autonomous

which magnetises chains of pins

ahnaf abrar

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2 (actually index). two is company

we need to be deconstructing our identities

abrar?

sorry i am texting like a slav

no i haven't really read anything

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

I Write Goodbye Letter


i was tempted to lie about my name

and the fake qualifier

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

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.

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

its good

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

brb i will read and reply sincerely

i really havent


The studio designs some piece of media to perpetuate the marketable concept of Real London, while the real London is hollowed out by hollow bankers or whatever. Not pulling on that thread. But the yuppies don't mind because they're free to iterate on Real London without any competition from real London because it's too concerned with its slow eradication. And there's nice flats to live in now or whatever. The yuppies can begin to inhabit their Real London.

Overall meaning: The dream seems to explore vulnerability, unspoken emotion, and the tension between connection and isolation. It suggests you may be processing intense feelings of longing or missed opportunities, and your subconscious is guiding you to acknowledge, release, or transform them.

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

It's loud and he's gone deaf in one ear, so I don't think he's really hearing anything I'm trying to say. We're both pretty drunk too. It's making for a kind of surreal interactive Business Insider YouTube video of a conversation. He talks, waits for my response, sees my mouth moving but doesn't hear my words, then he imagines something in their place, and replies to that. At least I don't really have to do anything but drink and mime and listen to a lot of bullshit fake gangster talk, being an actor, boxing, the old days, blah blah blah.

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

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now


hiding from the rain

all that is to say