Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

I am below everything.

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

i really havent

or never left

hiding from the rain

and the fake qualifier

barren land

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

i want to do that too

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

your feed looks like my tumblr

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

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