isaac newton
or never left
sorry i am texting like a slav
yeah
i understand
your feed looks like my tumblr
we need to be deconstructing our identities
is this you as well
...
i was tempted to lie about my name
barren land
its good
whats your name?
like magnets
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.
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
It was about a crazy lady who lived above his flat in Pimlico. She would let pigeons into her flat so she could feed them. Apparently she didn't want her presence in the flat to interfere with the natural behaviour of the pigeons, so she would let them nest and shit in there and she wouldn't clean it up, because it wasn't natural to do so. The pigeons would die, but apart from the smell and the sludge and the gas, the corpses weren't really a problem. It was the rats that came to eat them. The rats would eat the rotting pigeon corpses mixed in with the rotting pigeon shit and they would get ill and die too. New rats that came through wouldn't mind though, and they'd start to eat the mass, only to get sick and die in it later on. The population grew steadily as more pigeons and rats came from in the cold, to live naturally. They fed the mass further.
The studio designs some piece of media to perpetuate the marketable concept of Real London, while the real London is hollowed out by hollow bankers or whatever. Not pulling on that thread. But the yuppies don't mind because they're free to iterate on Real London without any competition from real London because it's too concerned with its slow eradication. And there's nice flats to live in now or whatever. The yuppies can begin to inhabit their Real London.
no i haven't really read anything
ion
i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13
all that is to say
Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?
yes