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nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

barren land

what do you think my name is

and the fake qualifier

that looks like my instagram account

thank you

its good

ahnaf abrar

isaac

which magnetises chains of pins

no like which do people call me

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

wait what is that

or never left

i really havent

its good short few pages

we need to be deconstructing our identities

send link

sorry i am texting like a slav

send your tumblr

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way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue

Another Frenchman pushes through the crowd to join him. He's an events organiser who I'd met earlier, and he's holding a large box wrapped in a bin bag. They're the fireworks he'd smuggled in from France the night before. They're Industrial Grade, whatever that means for fireworks.

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting