I'm sat out the front of a cafe in Hatton Garden. I've just eaten a brie and bacon panini, and I'm rolling a cigarette. Feeling very London. An old man comes up to me and asks for a roll-up. I oblige.

and the fake qualifier

like first name

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

what do you think my name is

no like which do people call me

i was tempted to lie about my name

fw

idk

i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things

that looks like my instagram account

barren land

yeah

i really havent

plato

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

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

i have read not even 1 book

December 2025

was it worth it

feel you

lol yea

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

this will be about a slug

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

bro i read nothing in my life

abrar?

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?