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thank you

and the fake qualifier

i really havent

ahnaf abrar

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

My inability to confront the old racist failed actor is distracting me. I decide not to tell her about it.

the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.

not so on: yvf(wthw)

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

isaac newton

was it worth it

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

was it worth it

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.

plato

It was about a crazy lady who lived above his flat in Pimlico. She would let pigeons into her flat so she could feed them. Apparently she didn't want her presence in the flat to interfere with the natural behaviour of the pigeons, so she would let them nest and shit in there and she wouldn't clean it up, because it wasn't natural to do so. The pigeons would die, but apart from the smell and the sludge and the gas, the corpses weren't really a problem. It was the rats that came to eat them. The rats would eat the rotting pigeon corpses mixed in with the rotting pigeon shit and they would get ill and die too. New rats that came through wouldn't mind though, and they'd start to eat the mass, only to get sick and die in it later on. The population grew steadily as more pigeons and rats came from in the cold, to live naturally. They fed the mass further.

isaac

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

bro i read nothing in my life

hiding from the rain

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

i have read not even 1 book

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

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