your feed looks like my tumblr

what do you mean

i dont understand magnetisation

i understand

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

plato

The only real Londoner remaining is old, bitter, kept around for entertainment, defined by tropes from 30+ years ago. They play gangsters in films, or they work in a pie and mash shop, or they go on Business Insider's YouTube channel to tell you about their crimes. And they somehow still find the time to spend all day hanging about cafes and pubs for you to bump into, to remind you of Real London.

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

Thank you, Jack

Thank you, Jack

It Will Get Lighter

"Put a blanket."

god being the centre magnet

yes

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.

isaac

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

Actual born-Londoners aren't LARPing like this, they sold their shite family home for a million pounds and moved to Malaga years ago. They have their culture and they've taken it elsewhere.

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged