my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given

13, H, grate

its good short few pages

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

thank you

like magnets

i love it here

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

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

plato

this will be about a slug
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

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

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.

mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

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.

is this you as well

It Will Get Lighter

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

the site i am dreaming

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging