what do you mean

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

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

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.

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

wait what is that

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My inability to confront the old racist failed actor is distracting me. I decide not to tell her about it.

I imagine that some lab-grown 29-year-old from Woking with a mind honed to identify individuals who fit the profile of Real Londoner (as conceived of by 50 opinion-polled racist builders and their wives in the Midlands) picks a stubborn local who can still somehow afford to live here and passes him along to some creative studio.

i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me

you know who you are. no more time, not like

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. way too specific.

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

and the fake qualifier

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

send link

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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Another Frenchman pushes through the crowd to join him. He's an events organiser who I'd met earlier, and he's holding a large box wrapped in a bin bag. They're the fireworks he'd smuggled in from France the night before. They're Industrial Grade, whatever that means for fireworks.

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13

"Put a blanket."

Thank you, Jack