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.
barren land
that looks like my instagram account
send your tumblr
your feed looks like my tumblr
no i haven't really read anything
magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you
i dont understand magnetisation
whats your name?
fw
the site i am dreaming
or never left
i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things
i really havent
idk
its good short few pages
ion
its good
not so on: yvf(wthw)
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Thank you, Jack
i love it here
Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.
hiding from the rain
it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!