the picture of per

well, at least now i know i have to quit. is a welcome relief.
c. and i just need to get to our customized magic numbers and we can fly away.

it's been a while since i've thought about duchamp. weird to have kept him out of my life for so long.

happy birthday, sr. a.! hope you get yours today.

having technical communications issues lately. don't know if the error is on my end or yours.
water always saves me. every single time. i think it has something to do with my natural frequency.
i break every time.
so yes, i need to check my database to see if there's some glitch with my understanding of the language or if it needs to be an entirely different syntax altogether than anything i've previously understood. it's like i need to go down to the fucking machine level every time. will have to work on telepathy.
or maybe just getting outside these walls

the art is always going to beat the efficient.
always.

sometimes i think i can taste the height of things just behind and below my nose, before my brain.
maybe a heavy dose of pills would bring it all the way back.

is trust,
is tragedy

the eyes were torn from the body
by nothing other than human fingers.