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.
lol
isaac newton
like magnets
December 2025
no i haven't really read anything
magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you
abrar?
god being the centre magnet
the site i am dreaming
was it worth it
was it worth it
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
its good short few pages
whats your name?
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Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
i want to do that too
theres a kind of a cowardice to generative art that i want to avoid though. i want the kind of relationship to this thing that a game designer has to a game engine
no like which do people call me
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yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf
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.
Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15
Thank you, Jack