He was cast as the guy who gets picked up and thrown out of the poker game to set the scene before the main characters arrive. Out of Real London and into real London, a discarded prop, at this party, chatting to me.

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

propensity within someone

and the fake qualifier

is everyoneback on tumblr now

Lift Analysis

your feed looks like my tumblr

its performative

yeah

i was tempted to lie about my name

you have a beautiful account btw

and the fake qualifier

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

ahnaf abrar

its good

which magnetises chains of pins

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

that looks like my instagram account

what do you mean

Can I see

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

...

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

isaac newton

send your tumblr

lol yea

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation