i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

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

I Write Goodbye Letter

Lift Analysis

no i haven't really read anything

feel you

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

and the fake qualifier

December 2025

whats your name?

you know who you are. no more time, not like

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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.

god being the centre magnet

what do you mean

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

i really havent

fw

Slug

Better Lift

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.

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

yeah