Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
i love it here
yeah
i dont understand magnetisation
plato
or never left
lol yea
sorry i am texting like a slav
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes. The conversation drifts to the pleasantness of warm lighting and whether anyone needs a smart home. I interrupt her to make a joke about the French Raj as he runs up the causeway. We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.
like magnets
bro i read nothing in my life
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
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.
"Put a blanket."
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
yeah
After I get away from the old racist failed actor, I go to see my Korean colleague. He's just arrived in London and I want to see how he's handling the party. We'd been invited as fresh meat for some of the older, gayer attendees. We aren't aware of that.
Today I felt like starting
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24
And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."