we want to live the knowledge too live the content
bro i read nothing in my life
"Put a blanket."
brb i will read and reply sincerely
i am quite illiterate on producing technology
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
whats your name?
sorry i am texting like a slav
This is a website run by a narcissist who can't produce anything without the hope that it is seen and loved but can't act due to the fear of it being seen and hated. They immediately feel the need to ask Jack GPT to define whatever this feeling is in the hope that understanding it will mean control over it and control over it will mean that they can stop it.
bro i read nothing in my life
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
in a post. I want to be remembered
its performative
or never left
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
that looks like my instagram account
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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.
Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
it is hopeful
We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes. The conversation drifts to the pleasantness of warm lighting and whether anyone needs a smart home. I interrupt her to make a joke about the French Raj as he runs up the causeway. We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.
December 2025
in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation
She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.
i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it