i dont understand magnetisation
lol yea
its good
what do you mean
yeah
like first name
I'm sat out the front of a cafe in Hatton Garden. I've just eaten a brie and bacon panini, and I'm rolling a cigarette. Feeling very London. An old man comes up to me and asks for a roll-up. I oblige.
fw
no like which do people call me
god being the centre magnet
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.
hello reader,
magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you
And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.
wait what is that
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
hiding from the rain
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
sorry i am texting like a slav
Thank you for telling me that I'm failing to see how I'm reproducing the dynamics I'm trying to critique by only describing my Korean colleague / fresh meat and the black girl in relation to others and myself.
no longer writing in the third person
yes
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03
bro i read nothing in my life
Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15