god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
no like which do people call me
whats your name?
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.
or never left
its good
sorry i am texting like a slav
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08
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 see a website
so at the end
brb i will read and reply sincerely
send your tumblr