so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities
magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you
and the fake qualifier
bro i read nothing in my life
whats your name?
i really havent
its good
no i haven't really read anything
i was tempted to lie about my name
isaac
its good short few pages
like magnets
isaac newton
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
i want to do that too
not so on: yvf(wthw)
sorry i am texting like a slav
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
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i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
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.
abrar?
Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:
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 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.
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
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.