i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
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.
My inability to confront the old racist failed actor is distracting me. I decide not to tell her about it.
After I get away from the old racist failed actor, I go to see my Korean colleague. He's just arrived in London and I want to see how he's handling the party. We'd been invited as fresh meat for some of the older, gayer attendees. We aren't aware of that.
The Hatton geezer (fuck off) is emptying his pockets, searching for the silver rizlas he apparently has. He refuses to take one of mine (also silver) because the tobacco I'm giving him is already too much to ask. He tells me about the guy who can do 50g of Golden Virginia for a good price, the guy who every other man over 50 knows. I'm not interested.
Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15
i am quite illiterate on producing technology
And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.
you have a beautiful account btw
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
"Put a blanket."
that looks like my instagram account
idk
brb i will read and reply sincerely