I imagine that some lab-grown 29-year-old from Woking with a mind honed to identify individuals who fit the profile of Real Londoner (as conceived of by 50 opinion-polled racist builders and their wives in the Midlands) picks a stubborn local who can still somehow afford to live here and passes him along to some creative studio.
is this you as well
thank you
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf
isaac
ahnaf abrar
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
abrar?
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
like first name
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
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
send link
lol yea
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your feed looks like my tumblr
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Lift Analysis
mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation
idk
I am below everything.