with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

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After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.

yeah

send your tumblr

I Write Goodbye Letter

i really havent

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

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

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i have read not even 1 book

and the fake qualifier

ahnaf abrar

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

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

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

wait what is that

what do you think my name is

i really havent

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

all that is to say

was it worth it

your feed looks like my tumblr

propensity within someone

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"Put a blanket."

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

like first name