the site i am dreaming

barren land

i have read not even 1 book

i really havent

like magnets

is this you as well

we need to be deconstructing our identities

i want to do that too

have you read

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

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.

its good

its good short few pages

There is a pretty persistent ambient hate in England, a lot of people say vile shit about Muslims or immigrants or whatever, but in my experience most people aren't actual white supremacists. They have a black friend who they get a beer with. One of the good ones. Etc.

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

I Write Goodbye Letter

not so on: yvf(wthw)

Slug


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

its good


currently

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

what do you think my name is

sorry i am texting like a slav


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.