sorry i am texting like a slav

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.

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)

was it worth it

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

thank you

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 have read not even 1 book

bro i read nothing in my life

yeah

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magnetises a pin

i dont understand magnetisation

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

god being the centre magnet


Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree. 

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I am below everything.

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.