Another Frenchman pushes through the crowd to join him. He's an events organiser who I'd met earlier, and he's holding a large box wrapped in a bin bag. They're the fireworks he'd smuggled in from France the night before. They're Industrial Grade, whatever that means for fireworks.
whats your name?
was it worth it
i really havent
which magnetises chains of pins
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
isaac
yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf
lol
is everyoneback on tumblr now
the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book
your feed looks like my tumblr
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i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
no longer writing in the third person
like magnets
autonomy of learning
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
ahnaf abrar
My inability to confront the old racist failed actor is distracting me. I decide not to tell her about it.
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.
its good
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
Thank you, Jack
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."