whats your name?

lol

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.

barren land

was it worth it

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

is this you as well

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

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

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.

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

Slug


lol yea

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

autonomy of learning

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

yes

was it worth it

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

no like which do people call me

ahnaf abrar

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

It Will Get Lighter

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

magnetises a pin

i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

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.