He went in there with a camera to film it before he moved out of the building. He didn't think anyone would believe the story if he didn't have proof.

no like which do people call me

bro i read nothing in my life

i love it here

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

fw

that looks like my instagram account

send your tumblr

lol

i really havent

feel you

...

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

the site i am dreaming

sorry i am texting like a slav

i have read not even 1 book

i understand

Can I see

Actual born-Londoners aren't LARPing like this, they sold their shite family home for a million pounds and moved to Malaga years ago. They have their culture and they've taken it elsewhere.

i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me

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.

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

this will be about a slug

Pimlico Rats

magnetises a pin