it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

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

propensity within someone

Rain, starting

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

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

Better Lift

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

Worse Lift

i want to do that too

Can I see

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

i have read not even 1 book

magnetisation/form

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

ion

Today I felt like starting

yeah

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

you have a beautiful account btw

magnetises a pin

It Will Get Lighter

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

no like which do people call me

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

plato

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

much more tactility

and the fake qualifier

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.

isaac