The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
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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.
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
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nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
i really havent
that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.
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wait what is that
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