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or never left

you know who you are. no more time, not like

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yeah

abrar?

i have read not even 1 book

lol

whats your name?

Slug

barren land

thank you

its good

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

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fw

what do you mean

no like which do people call me

which magnetises chains of pins

He was a proper old-fashioned London geezer (cringe word, hate it, can't think of a better one, worst of all it's the correct word), kind of East Endy, kind of Real London, the kind you don't really meet but if you do it always feels like an uncanny immersive theatre experience. They're anachronistic. They only belong in the London collectively imagined by people who don't spend any time in it.

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

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

have you read

and the fake qualifier

god being the centre magnet

I Write Goodbye Letter

feel you

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

ahnaf abrar

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03