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.
I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.
magnetisation/form
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
idk
i was tempted to lie about my name
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
we need to be deconstructing our identities
which magnetises chains of pins
Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.
Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?
Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
no longer writing in the third person
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
magnetises a pin
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
...
i really havent
what do you think my name is
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
isaac newton
kind of mythopoesis
sorry i am texting like a slav
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
abrar?
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
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
not their contents