One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
i dont understand magnetisation
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
what do you think my name is
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and the fake qualifier
it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!
barren land
like first name
you know who you are. no more time, not like
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. way too specific.i really havent
Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41
He went in there with a camera to film it before he moved out of the building. He didn't think anyone would believe the story if he didn't have proof.
that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.
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.
so the method has to be autonomous
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
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.
Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
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
I imagine that some lab-grown 29-year-old from Woking with a mind honed to identify individuals who fit the profile of Real Londoner (as conceived of by 50 opinion-polled racist builders and their wives in the Midlands) picks a stubborn local who can still somehow afford to live here and passes him along to some creative studio.
feel you