we need to be deconstructing our identities
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.
what do you think my name is
yeah
i really havent
i really havent
or never left
like magnets
and the fake qualifier
bro i read nothing in my life
no i haven't really read anything
its good
no like which do people call me
its good short few pages
ahnaf abrar
magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
abrar?
plato
i dont understand magnetisation
December 2025
and the fake qualifier
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
The Hatton geezer (fuck off) is emptying his pockets, searching for the silver rizlas he apparently has. He refuses to take one of mine (also silver) because the tobacco I'm giving him is already too much to ask. He tells me about the guy who can do 50g of Golden Virginia for a good price, the guy who every other man over 50 knows. I'm not interested.
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 was tempted to lie about my name
have you read