bro i read nothing in my life
was it worth it
i want to do that too
i understand
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
wait what is that
isaac newton
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf
ahnaf abrar
abrar?
i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things
I imagine that some lab-grown 29-year-old from Woking with a mind honed to identify individuals who fit the profile of Real Londoner (as conceived of by 50 opinion-polled racist builders and their wives in the Midlands) picks a stubborn local who can still somehow afford to live here and passes him along to some creative studio.
My inability to confront the old racist failed actor is distracting me. I decide not to tell her about it.
god being the centre magnet
sorry i am texting like a slav
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
no like which do people call me