Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

i want to do that too

like first name

i was tempted to lie about my name

you know who you are. no more time, not like

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in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

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Pimlico Rats

Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:

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Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

in a post. I want to be remembered

Rain, starting

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.

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Can I see

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i am quite illiterate on producing technology

It Will Get Lighter

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

yeah

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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.

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.

plato

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

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