thank you
yeah
feel you
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
ion
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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.
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.
fw
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
no i haven't really read anything
whats your name?
i have read not even 1 book
currently
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.
its good
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities
magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you
god being the centre magnet
it is hopeful
plato
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
or never left
Thank you, Jack
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.