god being the centre magnet

I'm getting bored and he can tell, so he shifts the topic towards me. He tells me he'd spotted me chatting to a girl earlier, a black girl, and asks what I thought of her, if I liked her. I mimed affirmatively.

The studio designs some piece of media to perpetuate the marketable concept of Real London, while the real London is hollowed out by hollow bankers or whatever. Not pulling on that thread. But the yuppies don't mind because they're free to iterate on Real London without any competition from real London because it's too concerned with its slow eradication. And there's nice flats to live in now or whatever. The yuppies can begin to inhabit their Real London.

Pimlico Rats

It Will Get Lighter

Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

Rain, starting

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

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

1

. way too specific.

⚠️ Live Document Forever ⚠️

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

Picture

i see a website

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

not so on: yvf(wthw)

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

and the fake qualifier

the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.

yeah

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.

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

in a post. I want to be remembered

we need to be deconstructing our identities

It's loud and he's gone deaf in one ear, so I don't think he's really hearing anything I'm trying to say. We're both pretty drunk too. It's making for a kind of surreal interactive Business Insider YouTube video of a conversation. He talks, waits for my response, sees my mouth moving but doesn't hear my words, then he imagines something in their place, and replies to that. At least I don't really have to do anything but drink and mime and listen to a lot of bullshit fake gangster talk, being an actor, boxing, the old days, blah blah blah.

bro i read nothing in my life

your feed looks like my tumblr

have you read

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet