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.

whats your name?

its good

...

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

and the fake qualifier

i was tempted to lie about my name

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

I am below everything.

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

It Will Get Lighter

feel you

thank you

i really havent

was it worth it

lol

isaac newton

its good short few pages

Slug