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.
have you read
yeah
idk
its good
and the fake qualifier
no like which do people call me
bro i read nothing in my life
we need to be deconstructing our identities
and the fake qualifier
lol yea
is everyoneback on tumblr now
what do you mean
yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
i dont understand magnetisation
i really havent
was it worth it
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
lol
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
we can only engage in such a way
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
send your tumblr
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.
your feed looks like my tumblr