your feed looks like my tumblr
what do you think my name is
abrar?
send link
bro i read nothing in my life
god being the centre magnet
ahnaf abrar
you cannot feed someone truth
really i want the internet
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
the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.
i really havent
like first name
magnetises a pin
no like which do people call me
the site i am dreaming
magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you
I am below everything.
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13
Thank you, Jack
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
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
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.