god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
and the fake qualifier
we need to be deconstructing our identities
i love it here
yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
i dont understand magnetisation
i was tempted to lie about my name
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you
ahnaf abrar
and the fake qualifier
you cannot feed someone truth
lol
all that is to say
as in
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.
like first name
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
we can only engage in such a way
She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
its good