but really the thing should be autonomous
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
no like which do people call me
in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation
and the fake qualifier
i really havent
the site i am dreaming
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
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barren land
its good
i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things
i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
send your tumblr
magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you
bro i read nothing in my life
abrar?
was it worth it
no i haven't really read anything
We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river. I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the dim silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank. They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.
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.
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.