Today I felt like starting
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
so at the end
my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given
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.
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
lol yea
yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf
or never left
it is hopeful
as in
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
hiding from the rain
fw
ahnaf abrar
all that is to say
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
like first name