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.
I imagine that some lab-grown 29-year-old from Woking with a mind honed to identify individuals who fit the profile of Real Londoner (as conceived of by 50 opinion-polled racist builders and their wives in the Midlands) picks a stubborn local who can still somehow afford to live here and passes him along to some creative studio.
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
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.
it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13
bro i read nothing in my life
plato
send link
in a post. I want to be remembered
hiding from the rain
Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying
idk
that looks like my instagram account
Better Lift
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged