But seriously, thank you, Jack, for telling me that I could submit this to a high-level literary magazine or creative nonfiction outlet with some minor tweaks. I don't think I will do that.

this will be about a slug

i was tempted to lie about my name

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

was it worth it

its good short few pages

is everyoneback on tumblr now

hello reader,

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.

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.

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have you read

you know who you are. no more time, not like

1

. way too specific.

and the fake qualifier

bro i read nothing in my life

not so on: yvf(wthw)

Lift Analysis

the site i am dreaming

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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.

so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities

It Will Get Lighter

whats your name?

bro i read nothing in my life

send your tumblr

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

I'm getting bored and he can tell, so he shifts the topic towards me. He tells me he'd spotted me chatting to a girl earlier, a black girl, and asks what I thought of her, if I liked her. I mimed affirmatively.

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