i have read not even 1 book
send your tumblr
lol
yeah
you know who you are. no more time, not like
1
. way too specific.lol yea
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
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i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me
She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.
what do you think my name is
fw
much more tactility
We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.
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
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after
dusk
, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class