was it worth it

i was tempted to lie about my name

i have read not even 1 book

i want to do that too

i love it here

but i respect your search

much more tactility

so the method has to be autonomous

feel you

My inability to confront the old racist failed actor is distracting me. I decide not to tell her about it.

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.

And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.

ahnaf abrar

in a post. I want to be remembered

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

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?

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

was it worth it

barren land

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

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the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

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

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

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

all that is to say

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books