i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

is everyoneback on tumblr now

feel you

its good

i dont understand magnetisation

...

or never left

ion

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.

plato

He was a proper old-fashioned London geezer (cringe word, hate it, can't think of a better one, worst of all it's the correct word), kind of East Endy, kind of Real London, the kind you don't really meet but if you do it always feels like an uncanny immersive theatre experience. They're anachronistic. They only belong in the London collectively imagined by people who don't spend any time in it.

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Slug

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

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.

ahnaf abrar

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.

I Write Goodbye Letter

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Thank you, Jack

what do you mean

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

magnetises a pin

Style