Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

all that is to say

Lift Analysis

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

It Will Get Lighter

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

so an active mazelike process

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

13, H, grate

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

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

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

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.

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

After I get away from the old racist failed actor, I go to see my Korean colleague. He's just arrived in London and I want to see how he's handling the party. We'd been invited as fresh meat for some of the older, gayer attendees. We aren't aware of that.

Thank you, Jack, for telling me I'm just as bad as the characters (actually they're people, if that means anything to you) that I'm writing about.

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