and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

2 (actually index). two is company

Thank you, Jack

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i was tempted to lie about my name

Lift Analysis

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.

and the fake qualifier

It's loud and he's gone deaf in one ear, so I don't think he's really hearing anything I'm trying to say. We're both pretty drunk too. It's making for a kind of surreal interactive Business Insider YouTube video of a conversation. He talks, waits for my response, sees my mouth moving but doesn't hear my words, then he imagines something in their place, and replies to that. At least I don't really have to do anything but drink and mime and listen to a lot of bullshit fake gangster talk, being an actor, boxing, the old days, blah blah blah.

hello reader,

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

i really havent

feel you

The Hatton geezer (fuck off) reminds me of this old failed actor who I'd met at a party a few years ago, another man out of time and out of place. This actor had scored a minor role in Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels and never really let go of it, had gone on to build his whole identity around it. I can't really blame him.

bro i read nothing in my life

i want to do that too

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.

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

or never left

isaac newton

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

this will be about a slug

i have read not even 1 book

barren land

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

have you read

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.

and the fake qualifier

i dont understand magnetisation

much more tactility