She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

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.

fw

that looks like my instagram account

i dont understand magnetisation

and the fake qualifier

or never left

plato

was it worth it

idk

barren land

really i want the internet

i really havent

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

I am below everything.

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

whats your name?

i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

isaac newton

so an active mazelike process

and the fake qualifier

i have read not even 1 book

its good