It Will Get Lighter

isaac

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

Slug

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

isaac newton

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities

there is a distinction between western-modern pedagogical systems that's like text-based as in a legal method but there is an idea of "pathshala" or "guru shissho"/ "porompora" i mean how masters relayed knowledge to the student by (oral) transmission often by memorising books. so what was taught was always interactive. knowledge was interactive, you spoke with people rather than read texts.

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as in

He was cast as the guy who gets picked up and thrown out of the poker game to set the scene before the main characters arrive. Out of Real London and into real London, a discarded prop, at this party, chatting to me.

you know who you are. no more time, not like

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i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

not their contents

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

which magnetises chains of pins

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river. I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the dim silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank. They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

you cannot feed someone truth