nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

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.

i want to do that too

lol yea

and the fake qualifier

ahnaf abrar

idk

i really havent

bro i read nothing in my life

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

was it worth it

send your tumblr

was it worth it

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

yeah

or never left

Another Frenchman pushes through the crowd to join him. He's an events organiser who I'd met earlier, and he's holding a large box wrapped in a bin bag. They're the fireworks he'd smuggled in from France the night before. They're Industrial Grade, whatever that means for fireworks.

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

like first name

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

hello reader,

i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse

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.

Thank you, Jack

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

we can only engage in such a way

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation