hello reader,
no i haven't really read anything
The Hatton geezer (fuck off) reminds me of this old failed actor who I'd met at a party a few years ago, another man out of time and out of place. This actor had scored a minor role in Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels and never really let go of it, had gone on to build his whole identity around it. I can't really blame him.
is everyoneback on tumblr now
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.
that looks like my instagram account
idk
i love it here
not so on: yvf(wthw)
i was tempted to lie about my name
like magnets
we need to be deconstructing our identities
your feed looks like my tumblr
i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason
barren land
lol
Better Lift
I'm getting bored and he can tell, so he shifts the topic towards me. He tells me he'd spotted me chatting to a girl earlier, a black girl, and asks what I thought of her, if I liked her. I mimed affirmatively.
or never left
thank you
"Put a blanket."
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
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its good short few pages