i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
ahnaf abrar
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!
i understand
After I get away from the old racist failed actor, I go to see my Korean colleague. He's just arrived in London and I want to see how he's handling the party. We'd been invited as fresh meat for some of the older, gayer attendees. We aren't aware of that.
i really havent
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it is hopeful
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
like first name
or never left
The Hatton geezer (fuck off) is emptying his pockets, searching for the silver rizlas he apparently has. He refuses to take one of mine (also silver) because the tobacco I'm giving him is already too much to ask. He tells me about the guy who can do 50g of Golden Virginia for a good price, the guy who every other man over 50 knows. I'm not interested.
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
Thank you, Jack, for telling me I'm just as bad as the characters (actually they're people, if that means anything to you) that I'm writing about.
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
and the fake qualifier
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
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
Thank you, Jack
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos