wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

The Hatton geezer (fuck off) is emptying his pockets, searching for the silver rizlas he apparently has. He refuses to take one of mine (also silver) because the tobacco I'm giving him is already too much to ask. He tells me about the guy who can do 50g of Golden Virginia for a good price, the guy who every other man over 50 knows. I'm not interested.

i was tempted to lie about my name

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

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i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

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

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.

Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15

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.

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

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Better Lift

Thank you, Jack

abrar?

It Will Get Lighter