your feed looks like my tumblr
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
isaac
He went in there with a camera to film it before he moved out of the building. He didn't think anyone would believe the story if he didn't have proof.
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
A roll of 50s is one of the items he dumps onto my table during the search. Of course it is. He asks if I'm a delivery boy or a setter or this or that diamond related job. I keep saying no, I'm enjoying hearing all of these new words. Eventually I tell him that I work in film, which is kind of true. He asks where I'm filming. I'm not filming. He tells me that I can't be that good at it then. He then tells me that he made a film once, in the 80s. It was called Pimlico Rats.
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.
not their contents
you have a beautiful account btw
no i haven't really read anything
bro i read nothing in my life
lol yea
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
...
currently
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
we need to be deconstructing our identities
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
you cannot feed someone truth
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.
really i want the internet
its good short few pages