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nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
and the fake qualifier
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
i really havent
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
currently
we want to live the knowledge too live the content
in a post. I want to be remembered
you have a beautiful account btw
Can I see
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf
bro i read nothing in my life
I'm sat out the front of a cafe in Hatton Garden. I've just eaten a brie and bacon panini, and I'm rolling a cigarette. Feeling very London. An old man comes up to me and asks for a roll-up. I oblige.
As I'm trying to tell my Korean colleague / fresh meat that this is abnormal, that most people in England aren't like this, the host of the party emerges from the bathroom to a roar of laughter and applause. He's a fat middle aged Frenchman and he's changed into traditional Indian dress and a turban. He looks fucking ridiculous. I try to back away, to avoid the inevitable photo of me in this moment that will one day appear to ruin my life, but everyone is crowding around, trapping me in the middle of it.
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08