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i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

isaac

no like which do people call me

which magnetises chains of pins

like magnets

thank you

...

ahnaf abrar

i was tempted to lie about my name

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

and the fake qualifier

like first name

It Will Get Lighter

idk

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 really havent

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

bro i read nothing in my life

i love it here

as in

no i haven't really read anything

wait what is that

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

Slug

in a post. I want to be remembered

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos