The only real Londoner remaining is old, bitter, kept around for entertainment, defined by tropes from 30+ years ago. They play gangsters in films, or they work in a pie and mash shop, or they go on Business Insider's YouTube channel to tell you about their crimes. And they somehow still find the time to spend all day hanging about cafes and pubs for you to bump into, to remind you of Real London.
god being the centre magnet
i have read not even 1 book
what do you mean
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 was tempted to lie about my name
like first name
its good short few pages
plato
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
isaac
yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf
or never left
ahnaf abrar
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
yeah
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03
ion
I am below everything.
and the fake qualifier
bro i read nothing in my life
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
its good
sorry i am texting like a slav