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

no i haven't really read anything

abrar?

have you read

thank you

⚠️ Live Document Forever ⚠️

so an active mazelike process

ahnaf abrar

kind of mythopoesis

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

It Will Get Lighter

currently

what do you think my name is

Actual born-Londoners aren't LARPing like this, they sold their shite family home for a million pounds and moved to Malaga years ago. They have their culture and they've taken it elsewhere.

propensity within someone

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

I'm getting bored and he can tell, so he shifts the topic towards me. He tells me he'd spotted me chatting to a girl earlier, a black girl, and asks what I thought of her, if I liked her. I mimed affirmatively.

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.

what do you mean

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

Rain, starting

no longer writing in the third person

your feed looks like my tumblr

you have a beautiful account btw

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.