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

abrar?

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

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

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in a post. I want to be remembered

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

so at the end

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

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

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

you cannot feed someone truth

idk

that looks like my instagram account

I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.

Thank you, Jack

we can only engage in such a way


Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

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