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.
The Hatton geezer (fuck off) is emptying his pockets, searching for the silver rizlas he apparently has. He refuses to take one of mine (also silver) because the tobacco I'm giving him is already too much to ask. He tells me about the guy who can do 50g of Golden Virginia for a good price, the guy who every other man over 50 knows. I'm not interested.
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its good
Thank you, Jack
yeah
ion
i have read not even 1 book
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
⚠️ Live Document Forever ⚠️
thank you
Overall meaning: The dream seems to explore vulnerability, unspoken emotion, and the tension between connection and isolation. It suggests you may be processing intense feelings of longing or missed opportunities, and your subconscious is guiding you to acknowledge, release, or transform them.
its good
is everyoneback on tumblr now
a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
its good short few pages
it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!
its performative
god being the centre magnet
i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59
There is a pretty persistent ambient hate in England, a lot of people say vile shit about Muslims or immigrants or whatever, but in my experience most people aren't actual white supremacists. They have a black friend who they get a beer with. One of the good ones. Etc.
My inability to confront the old racist failed actor is distracting me. I decide not to tell her about it.