He was cast as the guy who gets picked up and thrown out of the poker game to set the scene before the main characters arrive. Out of Real London and into real London, a discarded prop, at this party, chatting to me.
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
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Lift Analysis
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
really i want the internet
Better Lift
its good
ahnaf abrar
which magnetises chains of pins
no i haven't really read anything
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
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
what do you think my name is
magnetises a pin
send link
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
abrar?
no like which do people call me
Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41
like magnets
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59
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.
i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
isaac newton
The Hatton geezer (fuck off) reminds me of this old failed actor who I'd met at a party a few years ago, another man out of time and out of place. This actor had scored a minor role in Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels and never really let go of it, had gone on to build his whole identity around it. I can't really blame him.
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