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nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class


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 see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

Style

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

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

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.

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it 

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you have a beautiful account btw

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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

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

"Put a blanket."