I am below everything.

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

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.

Lift Analysis

Pimlico Rats

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

Thank you, Jack

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.

Better Lift

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I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

not so on: yvf(wthw)

Worse Lift

IWGD

it is hopeful

It Will Get Lighter

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

kind of mythopoesis