i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
He was a proper old-fashioned London geezer (cringe word, hate it, can't think of a better one, worst of all it's the correct word), kind of East Endy, kind of Real London, the kind you don't really meet but if you do it always feels like an uncanny immersive theatre experience. They're anachronistic. They only belong in the London collectively imagined by people who don't spend any time in it.
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
we need to be deconstructing our identities
...
and the fake qualifier
and the fake qualifier
your feed looks like my tumblr
i have read not even 1 book
lol yea
what do you think my name is
bro i read nothing in my life
magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you
like magnets
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
the site i am dreaming
whats your name?
fw
wait what is that
Thank you, Jack
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
its good short few pages
i was tempted to lie about my name
Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.
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.