you have a beautiful account btw
brb i will read and reply sincerely
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
A roll of 50s is one of the items he dumps onto my table during the search. Of course it is. He asks if I'm a delivery boy or a setter or this or that diamond related job. I keep saying no, I'm enjoying hearing all of these new words. Eventually I tell him that I work in film, which is kind of true. He asks where I'm filming. I'm not filming. He tells me that I can't be that good at it then. He then tells me that he made a film once, in the 80s. It was called Pimlico Rats.
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
not so on: yvf(wthw)
but i respect your search
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.
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!
Today I felt like starting
Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41
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.
hiding from the rain
a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03
fw
Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15
hello reader,
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59