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.
not so on: yvf(wthw)
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 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.
yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf
its good
something religious, a kind of complex,
it will get lighter
, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.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
isaac
that looks like my instagram account
magnetises a pin
as in
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
Today I felt like starting