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

December 2025

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i was tempted to lie about my name

"Put a blanket."

and the fake qualifier

lol

in a post. I want to be remembered

"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

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

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

have you read

bro i read nothing in my life

and the fake qualifier

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

bro i read nothing in my life

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

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

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