i understand
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abrar?
was it worth it
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.
yeah
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
the site i am dreaming
I catch him on his way to the bar, telling him about this old racist failed actor that I'm avoiding. That I'm failing to confront. I get the sense he's avoiding people too. We get our drinks and find a corner. We chat for a bit. He's managing just fine.
idk
Today I felt like starting
"Put a blanket."
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.
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
that looks like my instagram account
i love it here
lol yea
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books