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.
i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason
its good short few pages
your feed looks like my tumblr
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
whats your name?
like magnets
its good
sorry i am texting like a slav
send your tumblr
yeah
that looks like my instagram account
god being the centre magnet
i dont understand magnetisation
we need to be deconstructing our identities
the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book
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ahnaf abrar
was it worth it
what do you mean
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
isaac newton
i really havent
feel you
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
you know who you are. no more time, not like
1
. way too specific.Overall meaning: The dream seems to explore vulnerability, unspoken emotion, and the tension between connection and isolation. It suggests you may be processing intense feelings of longing or missed opportunities, and your subconscious is guiding you to acknowledge, release, or transform them.
lol yea
i want to do that too
i was tempted to lie about my name
plato