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.
And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.
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not so on: yvf(wthw)
Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.
yeah
its good
thank you
whats your name?
isaac newton
like magnets
magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you
isaac
Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
Better Lift
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
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.
bro i read nothing in my life
I catch him on his way to the bar, telling him about this old racist failed actor that I'm avoiding. That I'm failing to confront. I get the sense he's avoiding people too. We get our drinks and find a corner. We chat for a bit. He's managing just fine.
was it worth it
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch