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

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

really i want the internet

no longer writing in the third person

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 wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

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It Will Get Lighter

but really the thing should be autonomous

plato

so an active mazelike process

i dont understand magnetisation

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

your feed looks like my tumblr

much more tactility

no i haven't really read anything

all that is to say

yeah

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