Another Frenchman pushes through the crowd to join him. He's an events organiser who I'd met earlier, and he's holding a large box wrapped in a bin bag. They're the fireworks he'd smuggled in from France the night before. They're Industrial Grade, whatever that means for fireworks.

and the fake qualifier

is everyoneback on tumblr now

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

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

i have read not even 1 book

magnetises a pin

your feed looks like my tumblr

idk

i really havent

no like which do people call me

fw

isaac newton

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

yeah

plato

like magnets

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

we need to be deconstructing our identities

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

is this you as well

bro i read nothing in my life

i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

wait what is that

its good short few pages

whats your name?

which magnetises chains of pins

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.

its good