i love it here

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.

Thank you, Jack

I'm sat out the front of a cafe in Hatton Garden. I've just eaten a brie and bacon panini, and I'm rolling a cigarette. Feeling very London. An old man comes up to me and asks for a roll-up. I oblige.

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

It Will Get Lighter

yeah

we can only engage in such a way

is everyoneback on tumblr now

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It Will Get Lighter

fw

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

My inability to confront the old racist failed actor is distracting me. I decide not to tell her about it.

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

currently