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.
i understand
no i haven't really read anything
not so on: yvf(wthw)
ahnaf abrar
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
barren land
whats your name?
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
i really havent
or never left
Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
hello reader,
And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.
Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.
was it worth it
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
"Put a blanket."
you know who you are. no more time, not like
1
. way too specific.