i really havent

fw

bro i read nothing in my life

And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.

like first name

your feed looks like my tumblr

magnetises a pin

wait what is that

that looks like my instagram account

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

isaac

i was tempted to lie about my name

no like which do people call me

yeah

its good

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

thank you

so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities

the site i am dreaming

and the fake qualifier

plato

but i respect your search

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

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

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

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.