no like which do people call me

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.

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

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

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

it is hopeful

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

you know who you are. no more time, not like

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Rain, starting

bro i read nothing in my life

but i respect your search

the site i am dreaming