division of reality is straying away from it
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
I am below everything.
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful
kind of mythopoesis
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.
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
hiding from the rain
i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it
but i respect your search
Lift Analysis
Thank you, Jack
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
."Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
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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