As we're stood there I notice a middle-aged woman staring at us across the room. I'm trying to catch her gaze, but its kind of vacant. I guess she sees me looking and considers it to be an invitation. She floats over to us in this strange dazed way, and on the approach I realise she's staring at (through?) my Korean colleague / fresh meat. She's saying wow, wow, wow. She seems genuinely so delighted, so shocked, so elated.
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
like first name
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.
send your tumblr
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
and the fake qualifier
ahnaf abrar
that looks like my instagram account
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
i really havent
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
i love it here
i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason
we need to be deconstructing our identities
ion
its good short few pages
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
your feed looks like my tumblr
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book
no like which do people call me