its good short few pages
bro i read nothing in my life
yeah
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
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.
send your tumblr
yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf
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
your feed looks like my tumblr
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
The Hatton geezer (fuck off) reminds me of this old failed actor who I'd met at a party a few years ago, another man out of time and out of place. This actor had scored a minor role in Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels and never really let go of it, had gone on to build his whole identity around it. I can't really blame him.
is everyoneback on tumblr now
i want to do that too
no like which do people call me
magnetises a pin
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
⚠️ Live Document Forever ⚠️
so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities
i dont understand magnetisation
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.
its good
i have read not even 1 book
i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things
Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:
plato
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.
Thank you, Jack