I imagine that some lab-grown 29-year-old from Woking with a mind honed to identify individuals who fit the profile of Real Londoner (as conceived of by 50 opinion-polled racist builders and their wives in the Midlands) picks a stubborn local who can still somehow afford to live here and passes him along to some creative studio.

have you read

no i haven't really read anything

fw

send your tumblr

that looks like my instagram account

wait what is that

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

yeah

...

what do you mean

was it worth it

i have read not even 1 book

your feed looks like my tumblr

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

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

bro i read nothing in my life

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

like magnets

lol

god being the centre magnet

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

its good short few pages

was it worth it

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.

He went in there with a camera to film it before he moved out of the building. He didn't think anyone would believe the story if he didn't have proof.

idk

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

not so on: yvf(wthw)

and the fake qualifier

sorry i am texting like a slav