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.

in a post. I want to be remembered

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

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

send your tumblr

whats your name?

13, H, grate

what do you mean

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

ahnaf abrar

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

"Put a blanket."

the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.

yeah

no longer writing in the third person

thank you

yeah