stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

i really havent

"Put a blanket."

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

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

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

no like which do people call me

really i want the internet

its good short few pages

feel you

its good

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

magnetises a pin

we need to be deconstructing our identities

no longer writing in the third person

that looks like my instagram account

yeah

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

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

i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse

i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue