the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.
"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

Worse Lift

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

Rain, starting


but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

magnetisation/form

not their contents

It Will Get Lighter

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.