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ahnaf abrar
what do you think my name is
yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf
i really havent
i have read not even 1 book
no like which do people call me
sorry i am texting like a slav
yeah
bro i read nothing in my life
isaac newton
i was tempted to lie about my name
magnetises a pin
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
like magnets
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
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
which magnetises chains of pins
i love it here
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
December 2025
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.
it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!
lol
thank you
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
It's loud and he's gone deaf in one ear, so I don't think he's really hearing anything I'm trying to say. We're both pretty drunk too. It's making for a kind of surreal interactive Business Insider YouTube video of a conversation. He talks, waits for my response, sees my mouth moving but doesn't hear my words, then he imagines something in their place, and replies to that. At least I don't really have to do anything but drink and mime and listen to a lot of bullshit fake gangster talk, being an actor, boxing, the old days, blah blah blah.
hello reader,
you know who you are. no more time, not like
1
. way too specific.