Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.
i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
yeah
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i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
what do you mean
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
i really havent
was it worth it
have you read
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 was tempted to lie about my name
Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:
Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.
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
its good
it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!
that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13
sorry i am texting like a slav
Thank you, Jack
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