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.
have you read
its good
barren land
which magnetises chains of pins
idk
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you
no like which do people call me
yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
i was tempted to lie about my name
...
so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities
isaac
yeah
isaac newton
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.
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.
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
so the method has to be autonomous