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.
wait what is that
magnetises a pin
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
which magnetises chains of pins
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
you cannot feed someone truth
abrar?
so the method has to be autonomous
its good short few pages
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation
division of reality is straying away from it
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
not their contents
idk
barren land
send your tumblr
i have read not even 1 book
i was tempted to lie about my name
ion
but really the thing should be autonomous
we can only engage in such a way
plato
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sorry i am texting like a slav
She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.
so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities
we need to be deconstructing our identities