its good short few pages
Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.
you know who you are. no more time, not like
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. way too specific....
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.
not so on: yvf(wthw)
sorry i am texting like a slav
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
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.
isaac
yeah
like magnets
i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
hiding from the rain
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
Thank you, Jack
thank you