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.
that looks like my instagram account
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
bro i read nothing in my life
i want to do that too
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
the site i am dreaming
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
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
isaac newton
the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book
its performative
plato
thank you
and the fake qualifier
no like which do people call me
is everyoneback on tumblr now
its good short few pages
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf
you cannot feed someone truth
ahnaf abrar