My inability to confront the old racist failed actor is distracting me. I decide not to tell her about it.

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

it is hopeful

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

no i haven't really read anything

this will be about a slug

in a post. I want to be remembered

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse

or never left

isaac

Worse Lift

isaac newton

and the fake qualifier

i have read not even 1 book

not their contents

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

mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation

...

whats your name?

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day. I created this site.

like first name

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

sorry i am texting like a slav

we can only engage in such a way

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

Actual born-Londoners aren't LARPing like this, they sold their shite family home for a million pounds and moved to Malaga years ago. They have their culture and they've taken it elsewhere.

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given

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.

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."