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One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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

so at the end

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.

i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

so an active mazelike process

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

we can only engage in such a way

IWGD

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

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

Worse Lift

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

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

Today I felt like starting

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

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

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

FOUNDING DOCUMENT

kind of mythopoesis

Picture

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