and the fake qualifier
I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.
Today I felt like starting
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.
but really the thing should be autonomous
hiding from the rain
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
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
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Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59
i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse
magnetises a pin
plato
i was tempted to lie about my name
no like which do people call me
i see a website
what do you mean
autonomy of learning