One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.in a post. I want to be remembered
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider this the founding document of iw.gl
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.
ion
plato
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
bro i read nothing in my life
thank you
plato
wait what is that
fw
i really havent
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
isaac newton
and the fake qualifier
and the fake qualifier
its good
lol
not so on: yvf(wthw)
i understand
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
lol yea
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.