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.
isaac newton
what do you mean
i have read not even 1 book
is everyoneback on tumblr now
isaac
or never left
magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you
i understand
lol yea
so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities
send your tumblr
yeah
A roll of 50s is one of the items he dumps onto my table during the search. Of course it is. He asks if I'm a delivery boy or a setter or this or that diamond related job. I keep saying no, I'm enjoying hearing all of these new words. Eventually I tell him that I work in film, which is kind of true. He asks where I'm filming. I'm not filming. He tells me that I can't be that good at it then. He then tells me that he made a film once, in the 80s. It was called Pimlico Rats.
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i was tempted to lie about my name
i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason
which magnetises chains of pins
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
The old failed actor genuinely believed this girl was of a lesser race. He believed she shouldn't be talking with me, shouldn't be here at this party, shouldn't be here in this country. He wanted a white England. I didn't really challenge him on it. Sometimes I justify it with thoughts like I was drunk, or baffled, or it isn't an argument I'll win, or he can't hear me anyway, or whatever. I didn't argue with him. I just cut off his rant and left with a pathetic "In a bit."
bro i read nothing in my life
lol
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it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!
i really havent
we need to be deconstructing our identities
yeah