i am quite illiterate on producing technology

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

magnetisation/form

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities

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.

we need to be deconstructing our identities

i love it here

that looks like my instagram account

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

or never left

i dont understand magnetisation

god being the centre magnet

lol yea

is this you as well

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

plato

thank you

bro i read nothing in my life

its good

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

in a post. I want to be remembered

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

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

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.

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

⚠️ Live Document Forever ⚠️

is everyoneback on tumblr now

The only real Londoner remaining is old, bitter, kept around for entertainment, defined by tropes from 30+ years ago. They play gangsters in films, or they work in a pie and mash shop, or they go on Business Insider's YouTube channel to tell you about their crimes. And they somehow still find the time to spend all day hanging about cafes and pubs for you to bump into, to remind you of Real London.

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying