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.
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
lol
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
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
idk
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
or never left
like first name
what do you mean
feel you
your feed looks like my tumblr
ahnaf abrar
the site i am dreaming
i really havent
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
what do you think my name is
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf
have you read
"Put a blanket."
Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after
dusk
, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
I'm getting bored and he can tell, so he shifts the topic towards me. He tells me he'd spotted me chatting to a girl earlier, a black girl, and asks what I thought of her, if I liked her. I mimed affirmatively.
abrar?
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.