what do you think my name is

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

was it worth it

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

He went in there with a camera to film it before he moved out of the building. He didn't think anyone would believe the story if he didn't have proof.

abrar?

ahnaf abrar

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

i really havent

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

I catch him on his way to the bar, telling him about this old racist failed actor that I'm avoiding. That I'm failing to confront. I get the sense he's avoiding people too. We get our drinks and find a corner. We chat for a bit. He's managing just fine.

confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.

The only real Londoner remaining is old, bitter, kept around for entertainment, defined by tropes from 30+ years ago. They play gangsters in films, or they work in a pie and mash shop, or they go on Business Insider's YouTube channel to tell you about their crimes. And they somehow still find the time to spend all day hanging about cafes and pubs for you to bump into, to remind you of Real London.

sorry i am texting like a slav

We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes. The conversation drifts to the pleasantness of warm lighting and whether anyone needs a smart home. I interrupt her to make a joke about the French Raj as he runs up the causeway. We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.

and the fake qualifier

which magnetises chains of pins

fw

i have read not even 1 book

There is a pretty persistent ambient hate in England, a lot of people say vile shit about Muslims or immigrants or whatever, but in my experience most people aren't actual white supremacists. They have a black friend who they get a beer with. One of the good ones. Etc.

i want to do that too


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.

I imagine that some lab-grown 29-year-old from Woking with a mind honed to identify individuals who fit the profile of Real Londoner (as conceived of by 50 opinion-polled racist builders and their wives in the Midlands) picks a stubborn local who can still somehow afford to live here and passes him along to some creative studio.

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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