Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
no i haven't really read anything
its good short few pages
whats your name?
yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf
no like which do people call me
magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you
plato
is this you as well
bro i read nothing in my life
its good
which magnetises chains of pins
so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
fw
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that looks like my instagram account
I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.
hiding from the rain
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
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
The Hatton geezer (fuck off) reminds me of this old failed actor who I'd met at a party a few years ago, another man out of time and out of place. This actor had scored a minor role in Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels and never really let go of it, had gone on to build his whole identity around it. I can't really blame him.
The only real Londoner remaining is old, bitter, kept around for entertainment, defined by tropes from 30+ years ago. They play gangsters in films, or they work in a pie and mash shop, or they go on Business Insider's YouTube channel to tell you about their crimes. And they somehow still find the time to spend all day hanging about cafes and pubs for you to bump into, to remind you of Real London.
December 2025
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.