hello reader,
barren land
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.
and the fake qualifier
magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you
like first name
i want to do that too
is everyoneback on tumblr now
so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities
ahnaf abrar
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
yeah
not their contents
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
magnetisation/form
or never left
send your tumblr
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
no like which do people call me
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
feel you
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.
you cannot feed someone truth
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away