i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

i love it here

hello reader,

Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:

He was a proper old-fashioned London geezer (cringe word, hate it, can't think of a better one, worst of all it's the correct word), kind of East Endy, kind of Real London, the kind you don't really meet but if you do it always feels like an uncanny immersive theatre experience. They're anachronistic. They only belong in the London collectively imagined by people who don't spend any time in it.

He was cast as the guy who gets picked up and thrown out of the poker game to set the scene before the main characters arrive. Out of Real London and into real London, a discarded prop, at this party, chatting to me.

sorry i am texting like a slav

god being the centre magnet

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i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

plato

its good short few pages

I imagine that some lab-grown 29-year-old from Woking with a mind honed to identify individuals who fit the profile of Real Londoner (as conceived of by 50 opinion-polled racist builders and their wives in the Midlands) picks a stubborn local who can still somehow afford to live here and passes him along to some creative studio.

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

you know who you are. no more time, not like

1

but i respect your search

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities

as in

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

IWGD

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

have you read

barren land

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."

feel you

like magnets

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