the heart/brain has its own little brain/heart
series of arrays being juggled in space
every 11 seconds
the scene will never end
the appendage that we are
nothing signals
acliptic
they get old, they smell bad
i saw you squirm so i turned it off
mentabolism
ethical probe
ethical speak
don’t think we make anything
residue of book culture
graph paper click-to
tangible user interface
lang is act
die in harmony
flicker probes
we feed ourselves with flesh from animal machines
it’s probably a machine
wet mirror of embodied deception
perforations
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