i really havent
sorry i am texting like a slav
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
yeah
no i haven't really read anything
ahnaf abrar
isaac newton
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
abrar?
whats your name?
we need to be deconstructing our identities
feel you
like first name
yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf
i was tempted to lie about my name
god being the centre magnet
i understand
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.
magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you
i want to do that too
you know who you are. no more time, not like
1
. way too specific.He was cast as the guy who gets picked up and thrown out of the poker game to set the scene before the main characters arrive. Out of Real London and into real London, a discarded prop, at this party, chatting to me.
She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.
Actual born-Londoners aren't LARPing like this, they sold their shite family home for a million pounds and moved to Malaga years ago. They have their culture and they've taken it elsewhere.
the site i am dreaming