or never left
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
i was tempted to lie about my name
lol yea
abrar?
idk
that looks like my instagram account
barren land
i have read not even 1 book
your feed looks like my tumblr
i really havent
ion
have you read
plato
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
its good
I imagine that some lab-grown 29-year-old from Woking with a mind honed to identify individuals who fit the profile of Real Londoner (as conceived of by 50 opinion-polled racist builders and their wives in the Midlands) picks a stubborn local who can still somehow afford to live here and passes him along to some creative studio.
wait what is that
send your tumblr
what do you think my name is
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying
Actual born-Londoners aren't LARPing like this, they sold their shite family home for a million pounds and moved to Malaga years ago. They have their culture and they've taken it elsewhere.
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
and the fake qualifier
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.