"Put a blanket."

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FOUNDING DOCUMENT

Today I felt like starting

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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.


i am quite illiterate on producing technology

hiding from the rain

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

kind of mythopoesis

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.

IWGD

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

Better Lift

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

it is hopeful

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

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with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

Thank you, Jack

no longer writing in the third person

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

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

It Will Get Lighter

currently

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."