this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
yeah
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
like magnets
sorry i am texting like a slav
ahnaf abrar
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
isaac
its good short few pages
send link
yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf
Thank you, Jack
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
god being the centre magnet
He was a proper old-fashioned London geezer (cringe word, hate it, can't think of a better one, worst of all it's the correct word), kind of East Endy, kind of Real London, the kind you don't really meet but if you do it always feels like an uncanny immersive theatre experience. They're anachronistic. They only belong in the London collectively imagined by people who don't spend any time in it.
isaac newton
no like which do people call me
lol
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.
autonomy of learning
but i respect your search
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?
what do you think my name is