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.

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

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

i want to do that too

god being the centre magnet

i was tempted to lie about my name

we need to be deconstructing our identities

ahnaf abrar

abrar?

that looks like my instagram account

which magnetises chains of pins

is everyoneback on tumblr now

fw

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

and the fake qualifier

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

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

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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

all that is to say

so the method has to be autonomous

you cannot feed someone truth

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

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lol

its good

and the fake qualifier

no like which do people call me

After I get away from the old racist failed actor, I go to see my Korean colleague. He's just arrived in London and I want to see how he's handling the party. We'd been invited as fresh meat for some of the older, gayer attendees. We aren't aware of that.

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

magnetisation/form

brb i will read and reply sincerely

A roll of 50s is one of the items he dumps onto my table during the search. Of course it is. He asks if I'm a delivery boy or a setter or this or that diamond related job. I keep saying no, I'm enjoying hearing all of these new words. Eventually I tell him that I work in film, which is kind of true. He asks where I'm filming. I'm not filming. He tells me that I can't be that good at it then. He then tells me that he made a film once, in the 80s. It was called Pimlico Rats.