We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river. I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the dim silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank. They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.

its good

isaac newton

yeah

is everyoneback on tumblr now

and the fake qualifier

send link

whats your name?

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

your feed looks like my tumblr

was it worth it

i dont understand magnetisation

which magnetises chains of pins

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

and the fake qualifier

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

what do you mean

i have read not even 1 book

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

Lift Analysis

wait what is that

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

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

the site i am dreaming

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