I'm sat out the front of a cafe in Hatton Garden. I've just eaten a brie and bacon panini, and I'm rolling a cigarette. Feeling very London. An old man comes up to me and asks for a roll-up. I oblige.
amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting
hiding from the rain
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
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Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book
I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.
i really havent
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.i want to do that too
idk
magnetises a pin
was it worth it