After I get away from the old racist failed actor, I go to see my Korean colleague. He's just arrived in London and I want to see how he's handling the party. We'd been invited as fresh meat for some of the older, gayer attendees. We aren't aware of that.
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.
i want to do that too
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
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
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
plato
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
like first name
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
"Put a blanket."
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf
its good short few pages
brb i will read and reply sincerely
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Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:
hello reader,
amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting
have you read
something religious, a kind of complex,
it will get lighter
, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
Thank you, Jack
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
The only real Londoner remaining is old, bitter, kept around for entertainment, defined by tropes from 30+ years ago. They play gangsters in films, or they work in a pie and mash shop, or they go on Business Insider's YouTube channel to tell you about their crimes. And they somehow still find the time to spend all day hanging about cafes and pubs for you to bump into, to remind you of Real London.
no like which do people call me
its good