ahnaf abrar

is everyoneback on tumblr now

whats your name?

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

Lift Analysis

which magnetises chains of pins

confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.
part of an old note. It will get lighter.

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wait what is that

so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

isaac

Thank you, Jack, for telling me I'm just as bad as the characters (actually they're people, if that means anything to you) that I'm writing about.

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.

Thank you for telling me that I'm failing to see how I'm reproducing the dynamics I'm trying to critique by only describing my Korean colleague / fresh meat and the black girl in relation to others and myself.

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.

As we're stood there I notice a middle-aged woman staring at us across the room. I'm trying to catch her gaze, but its kind of vacant. I guess she sees me looking and considers it to be an invitation. She floats over to us in this strange dazed way, and on the approach I realise she's staring at (through?) my Korean colleague / fresh meat. She's saying wow, wow, wow. She seems genuinely so delighted, so shocked, so elated.

My inability to confront the old racist failed actor is distracting me. I decide not to tell her about it.

hello reader,

He went in there with a camera to film it before he moved out of the building. He didn't think anyone would believe the story if he didn't have proof.

barren land

plato

i want to do that too

A roll of 50s is one of the items he dumps onto my table during the search. Of course it is. He asks if I'm a delivery boy or a setter or this or that diamond related job. I keep saying no, I'm enjoying hearing all of these new words. Eventually I tell him that I work in film, which is kind of true. He asks where I'm filming. I'm not filming. He tells me that I can't be that good at it then. He then tells me that he made a film once, in the 80s. It was called Pimlico Rats.

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

we need to be deconstructing our identities

bro i read nothing in my life

and the fake qualifier

or never left

no like which do people call me