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Poetry and ArtMorning Sketch, 57, Cloudy
stuck in the corner of the keyboard a note reads ‘music is the stuff that binds the body to the soul’ and I thought …
Poetry and ArtUnfulfillment
she lived an empty life to the fullest and left the world as if never born _______________________________________________________________________________________________________________ (Note on the Artwork: A photo…
Poetry and ArtMorning Sketch, 74, Drizzle
he wrote, and rolled letters of love on tiny sheets of cigarette papers twisted ends and ran them through puckered lips with French kisses…
Poetry and ArtCrossing Orion
having watched the stars on so long a flight Uni was hungry, tired having arrived in the landfill she devoured what cats wouldn’t…
Poetry and ArtMorning Sketch, AQI 147, 78, Rain
Elbert Finegold looked in the nano-mirror and found his ultimate demise thought he could self-replicate and would build at the atomic level cell by…
Poetry and ArtMorning Sketch, 59, Rain
M.O.S.H. (Mostly Organic Substrate Human) I texted the Data Center hoping to hear from M.O.S.H. he wrote: “I’m aimless most of the time dealing…
Poetry and ArtMorning Sketch, 39, Rain
Felix was passing a meager trickle and waited for a stronger stream a cold wind blew he let out a sigh and straightened his…
Poetry and ArtWe’re Here
we’re here in the Anthropocene where AI will modify nature’s Algorithm time will be re-assessed to meet the LONG NOW and beating…
Poetry and ArtMorning Sketch, 47, clear
Ms Gwendolyn Farntussle loved Sorrow her Scottish Deerhound Felix Shortarse D’ Le Marte former physicist, now waiter complimented Ms Gwen and in a moment…
Poetry, Poetry and ArtMorning Sketch, 49, cloudy
I live in the anthropocene where nature’s algorithm will be modified by AI all time will be reassessed to meet The Long Now beating…
Poetry and Art..metaphor..
saw you fallen & photographed you yet could not save you nor any of them you are a metaphor
Poetry and ArtMorning Sketch, 52, rain 75%
I’m tired of listening to trees so forlorn being picked at in every season whinging like what’d you want you popped those cherries, plums,…