Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
I'm getting bored and he can tell, so he shifts the topic towards me. He tells me he'd spotted me chatting to a girl earlier, a black girl, and asks what I thought of her, if I liked her. I mimed affirmatively.
like first name
feel you
yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf
abrar?
we need to be deconstructing our identities
no like which do people call me
is everyoneback on tumblr now
its good
i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason
you cannot feed someone truth
so the method has to be autonomous
brb i will read and reply sincerely
it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
all that is to say
autonomy of learning
I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.
magnetisation/form
is this you as well
amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting
kind of mythopoesis
...
hello reader,
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.