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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.
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
feel you
isaac
you know who you are. no more time, not like
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. way too specific.idk
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that looks like my instagram account
send link
lol yea
is everyoneback on tumblr now
i see a website
so the method has to be autonomous
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08
a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it
and the fake qualifier
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.
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
not so on: yvf(wthw)
lol
have you read
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
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.
the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.
but i respect your search
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
He was cast as the guy who gets picked up and thrown out of the poker game to set the scene before the main characters arrive. Out of Real London and into real London, a discarded prop, at this party, chatting to me.