"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
like first name
After I get away from the old racist failed actor, I go to see my Korean colleague. He's just arrived in London and I want to see how he's handling the party. We'd been invited as fresh meat for some of the older, gayer attendees. We aren't aware of that.
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
and the fake qualifier
i have read not even 1 book
is everyoneback on tumblr now
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
Today I felt like starting
abrar?
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
not their contents
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
As I'm trying to tell my Korean colleague / fresh meat that this is abnormal, that most people in England aren't like this, the host of the party emerges from the bathroom to a roar of laughter and applause. He's a fat middle aged Frenchman and he's changed into traditional Indian dress and a turban. He looks fucking ridiculous. I try to back away, to avoid the inevitable photo of me in this moment that will one day appear to ruin my life, but everyone is crowding around, trapping me in the middle of it.