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.
sorry i am texting like a slav
magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you
isaac
i love it here
god being the centre magnet
its good
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
magnetises a pin
i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason
that looks like my instagram account
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
i have read not even 1 book
your feed looks like my tumblr
lol yea
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
bro i read nothing in my life
plato
or never left
the site i am dreaming
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.
ahnaf abrar
bro i read nothing in my life
barren land
My inability to confront the old racist failed actor is distracting me. I decide not to tell her about it.
As I'm trying to tell my Korean colleague / fresh meat that this is abnormal, that most people in England aren't like this, the host of the party emerges from the bathroom to a roar of laughter and applause. He's a fat middle aged Frenchman and he's changed into traditional Indian dress and a turban. He looks fucking ridiculous. I try to back away, to avoid the inevitable photo of me in this moment that will one day appear to ruin my life, but everyone is crowding around, trapping me in the middle of it.
and the fake qualifier
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch