ahnaf abrar
no like which do people call me
god being the centre magnet
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
lol yea
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08
Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
like magnets
what do you think my name is
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
yes
yeah
We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river. I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the dim silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank. They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.
There is a pretty persistent ambient hate in England, a lot of people say vile shit about Muslims or immigrants or whatever, but in my experience most people aren't actual white supremacists. They have a black friend who they get a beer with. One of the good ones. Etc.
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
As we're stood there I notice a middle-aged woman staring at us across the room. I'm trying to catch her gaze, but its kind of vacant. I guess she sees me looking and considers it to be an invitation. She floats over to us in this strange dazed way, and on the approach I realise she's staring at (through?) my Korean colleague / fresh meat. She's saying wow, wow, wow. She seems genuinely so delighted, so shocked, so elated.