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.
i dont understand magnetisation
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
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
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
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the site i am dreaming
lol
fw
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
which magnetises chains of pins
wait what is that
magnetises a pin
or never left
so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities
i want to do that too
what do you think my name is
i was tempted to lie about my name
have you read
yeah
Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.
your feed looks like my tumblr
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and the fake qualifier
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 sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
i love it here
lol yea