and the fake qualifier

was it worth it

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

wait what is that

not so on: yvf(wthw)

Thank you, Jack

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currently

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

The Hatton geezer (fuck off) reminds me of this old failed actor who I'd met at a party a few years ago, another man out of time and out of place. This actor had scored a minor role in Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels and never really let go of it, had gone on to build his whole identity around it. I can't really blame him.

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

in a post. I want to be remembered

He was a proper old-fashioned London geezer (cringe word, hate it, can't think of a better one, worst of all it's the correct word), kind of East Endy, kind of Real London, the kind you don't really meet but if you do it always feels like an uncanny immersive theatre experience. They're anachronistic. They only belong in the London collectively imagined by people who don't spend any time in it.

He went in there with a camera to film it before he moved out of the building. He didn't think anyone would believe the story if he didn't have proof.

There is a pretty persistent ambient hate in England, a lot of people say vile shit about Muslims or immigrants or whatever, but in my experience most people aren't actual white supremacists. They have a black friend who they get a beer with. One of the good ones. Etc.

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch