The Hatton geezer (fuck off) is emptying his pockets, searching for the silver rizlas he apparently has. He refuses to take one of mine (also silver) because the tobacco I'm giving him is already too much to ask. He tells me about the guy who can do 50g of Golden Virginia for a good price, the guy who every other man over 50 knows. I'm not interested.
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She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03
hiding from the rain
I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
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.
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41
Thank you, Jack
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15
its good
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities
i have read not even 1 book