like magnets
feel you
or never left
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
send your tumblr
which magnetises chains of pins
what do you mean
is everyoneback on tumblr now
like first name
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason
sorry i am texting like a slav
thank you
what do you think my name is
i want to do that too
its good short few pages
But seriously, thank you, Jack, for telling me that I could submit this to a high-level literary magazine or creative nonfiction outlet with some minor tweaks. I don't think I will do that.
Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after
dusk
, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.ahnaf abrar
its performative
And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
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.
god being the centre magnet
Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
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.