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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.

lol

not their contents

bro i read nothing in my life

Lift Analysis

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

like first name

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Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

no longer writing in the third person

is this you as well

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

god being the centre magnet

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.

Today I felt like starting

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

which magnetises chains of pins

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

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.

Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider this the founding document of iw.gl

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

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

no like which do people call me