Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
i see a website
but i respect your search
i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.and the fake qualifier
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education 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
currently
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf
the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.
so at the end
ahnaf abrar
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.
you know who you are. no more time, not like
1
. way too specific.magnetisation/form
abrar?
I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.
i am quite illiterate on producing technology
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
was it worth it
no longer writing in the third person
⚠️ Live Document Forever ⚠️
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate