my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given

And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.

we need to be deconstructing our identities

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i really havent

was it worth it

the site i am dreaming

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 Will Get Lighter


Actual born-Londoners aren't LARPing like this, they sold their shite family home for a million pounds and moved to Malaga years ago. They have their culture and they've taken it elsewhere.

Slug

Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?

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

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.

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

i really havent

⚠️ Live Document Forever ⚠️

i love it here

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.

yeah

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.

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

have you read

i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue