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.

i love it here

or never left

It Will Get Lighter

abrar?

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

your feed looks like my tumblr

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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.

barren land

and the fake qualifier

fw

plato

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

bro i read nothing in my life

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

division of reality is straying away from it

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.

so at the end

I am below everything.

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate