god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
sorry i am texting like a slav
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
that looks like my instagram account
wait what is that
its good
i have read not even 1 book
i love it here
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
i was tempted to lie about my name
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
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
barren land
which magnetises chains of pins
Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
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.
fw
is this you as well
have you read
and the fake qualifier
what do you think my name is
Her English is poor but she manages a brief introduction before getting to the point. She asks if she can touch his face. She's already reaching out and gesturing at it. Koreans are way too polite, he's just laughing awkwardly. I put my hand kind of between them and wave it to try and indicate no to her. I'm still in fucking mime mode. I say no, but it's not really to her, or to him, just no, in general. This is all too weird. Dejected, she departs with a comment about having never seen someone like him before.
i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason
i really havent
plato
it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!
mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation
idk
As I'm trying to tell my Korean colleague / fresh meat that this is abnormal, that most people in England aren't like this, the host of the party emerges from the bathroom to a roar of laughter and applause. He's a fat middle aged Frenchman and he's changed into traditional Indian dress and a turban. He looks fucking ridiculous. I try to back away, to avoid the inevitable photo of me in this moment that will one day appear to ruin my life, but everyone is crowding around, trapping me in the middle of it.