but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
bro i read nothing in my life
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
abrar?
like first name
...
i was tempted to lie about my name
whats your name?
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
god being the centre magnet
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yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf
yeah
i am quite illiterate on producing technology
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
but really the thing should be autonomous
and the fake qualifier
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
I imagine that some lab-grown 29-year-old from Woking with a mind honed to identify individuals who fit the profile of Real Londoner (as conceived of by 50 opinion-polled racist builders and their wives in the Midlands) picks a stubborn local who can still somehow afford to live here and passes him along to some creative studio.
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
hello reader,