"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
its good
its good
i have read not even 1 book
fw
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
like magnets
yeah
what do you mean
god being the centre magnet
magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you
sorry i am texting like a slav
plato
your feed looks like my tumblr
its good short few pages
lol
Thank you, Jack
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.
i dont understand magnetisation
The Hatton geezer (fuck off) reminds me of this old failed actor who I'd met at a party a few years ago, another man out of time and out of place. This actor had scored a minor role in Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels and never really let go of it, had gone on to build his whole identity around it. I can't really blame him.
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
we need to be deconstructing our identities
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
i want to do that too
idk
you know who you are. no more time, not like
1
. way too specific.is this you as well
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.
Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:
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.
December 2025
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i was tempted to lie about my name
have you read
Thank you, Jack, for telling me I'm just as bad as the characters (actually they're people, if that means anything to you) that I'm writing about.
and the fake qualifier