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.

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

that looks like my instagram account

yeah

and the fake qualifier

or never left

i really havent

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

i love it here

your feed looks like my tumblr

i dont understand magnetisation

idk

i was tempted to lie about my 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.

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

whats your name?

fw

isaac newton

not so on: yvf(wthw)

its good

Slug

abrar?

you know who you are. no more time, not like

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

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.

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people