which magnetises chains of pins

we need to be deconstructing our identities

bro i read nothing in my life

ahnaf abrar

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

magnetises a pin

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

its good

and the fake qualifier

i want to do that too

i was tempted to lie about my name

i really havent

barren land

your feed looks like my tumblr

what do you mean

Slug

i really havent

i dont understand magnetisation

its good

no i haven't really read anything

December 2025

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The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

lol

yeah

what do you think my name is

god being the centre magnet

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

i love it here

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.

Thank you, Jack, for telling me I'm just as bad as the characters (actually they're people, if that means anything to you) that I'm writing about.

We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes. The conversation drifts to the pleasantness of warm lighting and whether anyone needs a smart home. I interrupt her to make a joke about the French Raj as he runs up the causeway. We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.