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.
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bro i read nothing in my life
its good
and the fake qualifier
have you read
no i haven't really read anything
i want to do that too
sorry i am texting like a slav
magnetises a pin
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
god being the centre magnet
yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf
i love it here
is everyoneback on tumblr now
Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:
He was cast as the guy who gets picked up and thrown out of the poker game to set the scene before the main characters arrive. Out of Real London and into real London, a discarded prop, at this party, chatting to me.
you know who you are. no more time, not like
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. way too specific.thank you
is this you as well
whats your name?
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.
what do you mean