brb i will read and reply sincerely

plato

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?


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.

I am below everything.

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

really i want the internet

the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.

and the fake qualifier

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

but really the thing should be autonomous

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

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

theres a kind of a cowardice to generative art that i want to avoid though. i want the kind of relationship to this thing that a game designer has to a game engine

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

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

i see a website

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

Picture

send link

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

i really havent