that looks like my instagram account
i was tempted to lie about my name
feel you
thank you
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
i love it here
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason
and the fake qualifier
was it worth it
so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities
or never left
is everyoneback on tumblr now
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
and the fake qualifier
isaac newton
what do you mean
plato
its good short few pages
you know who you are. no more time, not like
1
. way too specific.i have read not even 1 book
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
like first name
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
December 2025
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.
It's loud and he's gone deaf in one ear, so I don't think he's really hearing anything I'm trying to say. We're both pretty drunk too. It's making for a kind of surreal interactive Business Insider YouTube video of a conversation. He talks, waits for my response, sees my mouth moving but doesn't hear my words, then he imagines something in their place, and replies to that. At least I don't really have to do anything but drink and mime and listen to a lot of bullshit fake gangster talk, being an actor, boxing, the old days, blah blah blah.
The Hatton geezer (fuck off) is emptying his pockets, searching for the silver rizlas he apparently has. He refuses to take one of mine (also silver) because the tobacco I'm giving him is already too much to ask. He tells me about the guy who can do 50g of Golden Virginia for a good price, the guy who every other man over 50 knows. I'm not interested.
magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you