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abrar?
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
no i haven't really read anything
i really havent
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
yeah
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
i dont understand magnetisation
your feed looks like my tumblr
Thank you, Jack
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse
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.
or never left
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.
Another Frenchman pushes through the crowd to join him. He's an events organiser who I'd met earlier, and he's holding a large box wrapped in a bin bag. They're the fireworks he'd smuggled in from France the night before. They're Industrial Grade, whatever that means for fireworks.
But seriously, thank you, Jack, for telling me that I could submit this to a high-level literary magazine or creative nonfiction outlet with some minor tweaks. I don't think I will do that.
barren land
i have read not even 1 book
December 2025
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17