have you read

confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.


its good

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

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Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.

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.

not so on: yvf(wthw)

Another Frenchman pushes through the crowd to join him. He's an events organiser who I'd met earlier, and he's holding a large box wrapped in a bin bag. They're the fireworks he'd smuggled in from France the night before. They're Industrial Grade, whatever that means for fireworks.

barren land

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

you cannot feed someone truth

i dont understand magnetisation

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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brb i will read and reply sincerely

this will be about a slug

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

you know who you are. no more time, not like

1

. way too specific.

bro i read nothing in my life

which magnetises chains of pins

As we're stood there I notice a middle-aged woman staring at us across the room. I'm trying to catch her gaze, but its kind of vacant. I guess she sees me looking and considers it to be an invitation. She floats over to us in this strange dazed way, and on the approach I realise she's staring at (through?) my Korean colleague / fresh meat. She's saying wow, wow, wow. She seems genuinely so delighted, so shocked, so elated.

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.


stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

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

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

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


we need to be deconstructing our identities

and the fake qualifier