Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
no like which do people call me
yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf
He was cast as the guy who gets picked up and thrown out of the poker game to set the scene before the main characters arrive. Out of Real London and into real London, a discarded prop, at this party, chatting to me.
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
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i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason
and the fake qualifier
not so on: yvf(wthw)
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
lol yea
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.
Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.
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There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
yeah
barren land