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thank you

13, H, grate

its good short few pages

its good

what do you mean

or never left

barren land

"Put a blanket."

sorry i am texting like a slav

your feed looks like my tumblr

Worse Lift

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.

that looks like my instagram account

i really havent

is everyoneback on tumblr now

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

what do you think my name is

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

It Will Get Lighter

i dont understand magnetisation

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

i understand

...

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

Slug

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

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

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