It was about a crazy lady who lived above his flat in Pimlico. She would let pigeons into her flat so she could feed them. Apparently she didn't want her presence in the flat to interfere with the natural behaviour of the pigeons, so she would let them nest and shit in there and she wouldn't clean it up, because it wasn't natural to do so. The pigeons would die, but apart from the smell and the sludge and the gas, the corpses weren't really a problem. It was the rats that came to eat them. The rats would eat the rotting pigeon corpses mixed in with the rotting pigeon shit and they would get ill and die too. New rats that came through wouldn't mind though, and they'd start to eat the mass, only to get sick and die in it later on. The population grew steadily as more pigeons and rats came from in the cold, to live naturally. They fed the mass further.

plato

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its good

lol yea

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

no i haven't really read anything

god being the centre magnet

i dont understand magnetisation

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

ahnaf abrar

this will be about a slug

I Write Goodbye Letter

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

what do you mean

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

its good short few pages

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue

whats your name?

we need to be deconstructing our identities

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people