Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?
yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf
no i haven't really read anything
its good
or never left
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
we need to be deconstructing our identities
fw
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
i really havent
December 2025
magnetises a pin
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
idk
like first name
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i was tempted to lie about my name
bro i read nothing in my life
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
isaac
sorry i am texting like a slav
lol yea
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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.
not so on: yvf(wthw)
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.
wait what is that
ion