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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

2 (actually index). two is company

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

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

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

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and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

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Thank you, Jack

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