i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

but i respect your search

what do you think my name is

ion

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

really i want the internet

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

that looks like my instagram account

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.

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

magnetisation/form

you cannot feed someone truth

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

send your tumblr

have you read

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.

currently

i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me

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"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

"Put a blanket."

what do you mean

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

hello reader,

Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

whats your name?

The studio designs some piece of media to perpetuate the marketable concept of Real London, while the real London is hollowed out by hollow bankers or whatever. Not pulling on that thread. But the yuppies don't mind because they're free to iterate on Real London without any competition from real London because it's too concerned with its slow eradication. And there's nice flats to live in now or whatever. The yuppies can begin to inhabit their Real London.

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