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.
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its good short few pages
i was tempted to lie about my name
no i haven't really read anything
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
abrar?
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13
i love it here
bro i read nothing in my life
no longer writing in the third person
what do you mean
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
was it worth it
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.a version of this existed for a few months last year but it was static. it was HTML with writing and pictures and videos and sounds. i had this feeling that the code should be as important as the content, that structurally each piece in relation to each other piece shouldn't change, that the mazelike quality should emerge from me intricately arranging paths through it. like classic hypertext
whats your name?
ahnaf abrar
it is hopeful
which magnetises chains of pins
This is a website run by a narcissist who can't produce anything without the hope that it is seen and loved but can't act due to the fear of it being seen and hated. They immediately feel the need to ask Jack GPT to define whatever this feeling is in the hope that understanding it will mean control over it and control over it will mean that they can stop it.