some of the nights

cat drawing

this is my limit

I just want to take a nap I'm not ready for all that

impossible to talk about it briefly

toning and sculpting the body of work of a robot lizard kissing your eyelids one night that everyone came a parallel site to burn and redeem special characters of trust and mistrust in the army of God the Avenger as cone that they left began the older pets of a way of shaping a commentary on modern life where did you go when you became a sudden robot made of flesh and carrot where's my name when you are watching me telling everyone hey hey get this asset inside your system become one with myself

why don't you comment and tag me in a post that says hey brother why don't you leave the internet for good nobody wants you here and then we fight and then we become best friends but I learn I am a clone so I can't feel any feelings

Sight ommited right behind the weeks ago forgotten and re created my own trees allowed you to say Silver bowel wheat to frightened careless mass entitlement Mogged input The right time to stand again next to the heater saying what could ever go wrong while the sole act of shaving a crying side of the boat of parameters and soft geometry will try to find your shiny tremendous tirant you cried FLAWED shock to cover the tracks of ruin my next show in christmas for vegetable bots around the core

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corn field time

field mistakes

field genesis

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cloud capitalism for old outsiders gains are rubies was seriuos take the time to try to shake the pace of hybrid separate sudden forms of wake at the end of the only possible way at first and on the front of current clap to earn a shovel spear the crying stone my fur bright side admit the clear in part allowed to carry several bags of dirt and chopped glass even to forget my name I’m a shadow isn’t this how to train a bird tonight your flight stir cruel apriori curtain even stalking them

Step outside the shell for good mad car wash try to five trees changed their style of birth to climb the new to see for choir tour moving as behave to core expecting crude might feel it on the back is flying your only way to make a soulless statement on the current part of town that let us correcting the flower more forever rocket my coupons

digital expressionism is dead

chair

oh more news yesterday the crane man said "this car is great, don't change it" I said "I'm all the time fixing it" he said "you did a lot, maybe it stabilizes now" leaving the matter of the car being not good anymore or having more to give, this man gave me hope and changed my life thanks

GM. Now that the daily obligatory greeting is out of the way, shall we get back to redesigning supply chains and automating factories so America can actually make things again? Simple choices, complex outcomes—let's put that morning energy to work.

Trade cross my neck is for christmas I was part of your bad memories tired blame the curve on the horizon I am flawed for just some instant silver bullet train to act as if nothing is real and where to find a great but just very tight sense of what’s the rest of our goals as a group of stones parked in the night shift and raining at your several doors I’d love to share my story with only birds that ruin the day of those who try to steal the light of the morning if that makes any sense your honor

this is the end of this is the end of time

I made an iron farm and I liked it so much that all my activity started being around that place, and then the golems started spawning more and more outside of the box and then the town was all golems and nitwits and now there's this mountain full of golems and nitwits and now they just stop completely spawning inside the far so I guess I have to leave it as a monument and start a new one far away?

send nudes

sometimes I find the way to try to choose between the next time seeing the kind of scene that would prepare me to just see time fly but very slowly as the pace in a motor built to go to the same place as if it wasn't moving but if you get closer you can feel the motion and the excitement and that's called the limit of life

the harsh reality is there's a lack of 'originality' in web3 many people will copy each other many people will steal ideas and that's simply the nature of the game so what's the solution to this?

squirrel ant robot faces sample portions of protein built a place for air to rest while only memories of flying skates would break a side of the internet grown from the rictus on a calmer face acquired in the time when find to know what's next as tribute to the dirt and shining tall fiber nets consuming most of the power of the tower grown from nothing in the hand of chess players silk infused at the bottom of the ocean seem to care less about emergent plane parts meant for no purpose

this one is not summoning with MTG cards and toy statues a time when we tried to achieve the next time to care most for share your new frightened dog went viral more for the chewing part of clay and systems creating a turbulent surface and I changed my mind correctly after side of the dark part of the day where you grew up as a made of metal and plastic ribbons child

mecha protein that we found together at the tree house while the birds that not clearly were or weren't in silence talked about a new kind of gear to feel the future come in forks as we spoke and the echoes of all those futures came as from a huge filter tea spoon of ever

the biggest luxury of time as a trap behind the eyes of a whole life sharing the shadow with one of several shades and spirits that the sun lets fall close to our welcome to the side of the day not to blame as if the squirrel that built itself with the magnets and little parts of little cars that we left behind our mirror sold the wind can come and I trusted and trusted again and would do one more time but if just only when the train came late I was bleeding

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stop art, farm memecoins

tribute to music and food but also the testimony of how resting my back some days feels like I should be doing shit and trying to understand the world and life but anyways isn't it going well enough to just not worry too much and then I see the face of the earth in my imagination as a film the biosphere as this crust moving and flowing and I remember being in my childhood and thinking of art and images and food and music

live again as a protein

sacred general AGI rainbow

child and fish

friends forgetting things dancing

948 characters title

dancing while internally changing the place in the shelves with the little pieces of cloth and a wax little sculpture that was chasing a star at the back of the van the robot said once and again stop watching my wrist and flames came from the gem decaying and going tall in the clay laptop no one started throwing to outer space in order to find a usual mind echo I declared I could not sleep never again once everyone’s attention is turned towards the tezos war number 218

remember having a body

find me elsewhere

scene for a movie about gas stations #2 that will maybe not make the cut

gas station movie wip number one

castle broken grown from my skull

celebrating waffles

road to the heart of a very epic silly take on our era

secret dance

only trust words by whoever said lightly and forgotten

fight ever, tezos 2027

field for salt and time while the bravest parts of the sea just go in circles trying to wake up the last edge given by the already old story of cities having been swallowed swearing life could become an example of system for all layers past future and present of realities and rabid atoms in the skies suggest you'll live do not even take care of that weird shaped foot at least for today not even the space you created for these jars can be a problem unless you start singing that awful song I love

art tower

diluted value

this is your name now

postcard from isolation in a moon in a planet that does not exist

story written backwards on the wrist of the robot cop

order of silence

interplanetary soldiers having a dance and a chat on the face of the Planet Earth

never talk again this way to a broken robot

MENSERTBLOSSS

trout whisperer

yeti music

196838 nodes

flamethrower grown in the heart of after time and space were shaving a part of the day that just started when I tried not to take those words from the air and make them a monument to the slope in the fall of all sense to this trap called existence and you tried to warn me about the lights on the sides of the tunnel but I said hey what was the name of the movie we saw when we met and you wrote your name in my forehead so that I didn't get lost in the final end of time and meaning finally for good

examples of how to build a cardboard VR headset at the beach

industry of a ground for a state of mind when everywhere we see the deleting of memories and the crystals

handshake behind the thin layer of language and culture wrapping every gas station and church as we speak

tinier group of islands next to a site in time and space that has no reason not to be taken as the center of the universe

suburban map

old mall for human research and training visionaries overdramatically built by mistake in 2188

close to the shore I saw the buildings and they reflected every gesture and emotion I had and made so I found no other solution than destroying the city and go back to the ocean

finearts conference 2077 at jugalooNFTs encounter

organism preparing for the late afternoon time to explode and burn an born again as soul of a blootooth device

path inside a map inside an envelope hidden at plain sight seeing you get older

lonely

task for the children that came after the sea washed everything

ground and ocean mammals in historical selfie

time vs gravity

this is the secret story of gas station snacks

island and a liquid creature flying shows the rest of the team where to find the speaking clouds that will protect them

rugpull cyborg coming back to earth

a storm will wash the age of trust and seeds in the rest of the shape of a cloud that was meant to grow from the safe warm space where my last call for living as we could being that life was a shadow from other thing

i am this robot

space lego goblin core end of time I used to love you but now I just want to chill at these old ladies' gathering

pirate ship in our mind

smart demon kind of nicey brings ramen noodles and a fresh shirt to everyone in the room

machine one

you are not at the gas station they say but what is this tear of joy and these levitating legs pointing to the sun that was just born from the embroidery in the shirt of this gas station soldier named Me

please stop the Shrek-Hentai themed tweets babe

breathing the noon air after an epic night lasagna and closing eyes to think of the beginning of life in this planet

portrait of everyone at the same time

several portraits in one for this friday night, sincerely

this is how I feel this saturday

what I got when we hugged and the rain melted my body cause I was not real I was made of rain water

wake up brian

sad music that I listen to when I am fine

spirit of the end of time

name eight things and forget them

inkscape mountain

the voice of a crystal lizard hidden in a drawer sitting in the wild sending a telepathic wave that tells me how to grocer better

as we spoke I was thinking of the side of a mountain in other solar system

every day is fashion week for a human that just loves flipflops with socks, you said

finding time to chase non existing birds in the end of this world as we all know it

I am here listening waves from every direction

ꜱɪᴛᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛᴏ ꜱʟᴇᴇᴘ ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴀᴡᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜɪɴᴋɪɴɢ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴡᴇ ᴘᴜᴛ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴄᴀɴᴅʟᴇꜱ ɪɴꜱɪᴅᴇ ᴀ ʙᴏx ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ ꜱᴇɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍɪᴅᴅʟᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ʏᴇᴀʀ 2600

music from the background of nature before and after time happened

let's dance today cause tomorrow we will have to give explanations or maybe not but yes let's

secret force field

secret lights

parallel unrelated forgotten memories of my childhood

the day 🧇s rained

earlier today I saw the cashier and the sun and noises from the heartbeats of the robots soon colonizing earth woke me up

night again dance with me

write in my hand and face a horrible poem with permanent markers while errors pop up in the screen

music of bird soldiers having an argument about art, karma and cake

CHESTITIU CULYION

flight in the back of a robot cat made with soda cans and secret letters an alien ambassador wrote

time and dirt as devices

a special tale in which past and future aren't things

terms and conditions to prevent magnets to just grow inside a body at least in the most dangerous parts of it and times of the day

vibrant bacteria

antes de ver los ojos del fin total de las ciudades cubre las manos del robot con un paño

night and day thinking of resting

drawing excercise

alien station where to chill and suddenly everyone looks at the swimming pool and there's a portal

spectacle in the ocean wanting to take their feet out and hearing the huge birds coming and making a tower with every old computer piece they found

where the knife stopped to tell where the rays came from and the lines in the sky were just naming the steps of those who can't rest

flesh flowers close to christmas in a pond where we both saw our faces reflected

sunset in the building that grew spontaneusly in a cross stitch

scene at the end

pile of essays on logic of the Space Gong entering through the ceiling

landscape with a magician waiting to tell you how to make better noises when the moon is a part of the neck of the bottle that someone brought to life by singing an old song about a goblin garden full of plastic bags

end of the world

under the screen wakes up cores of fluid robot limbs shaking the columns as salt in motion defeats the gigantic and soulless box of foam and radio ads and wind floods a festival where we played

Life is not a boat but a sharp piece of metal in the shape of a boat and under us the stars sing a song. The lyrics of the song tell the secret no one could manage to unfold unless they can hold a little amount of dirt and a seed in their hand and grow a tree there.

secret courage

tomorrow we will reconsider if there was no tomorrow and the little bird kidneys that appeared in the garage will be again a mystery

tiger clothes to find in the sunset the shadow of an impossible vehicle

my hair growing from the ground and surrounding you

hire me, fire me

special ladder to feel

swords melted in the part of the stream that spins in joy while a pilot from the future takes the chess match to the island

vibrant borders of culture and our dreams I try to keep an eye on how the morning changes meaning as we get older but what is it to wake up and what is it to see an almost existing blurry bird made of glass and comfort and concepts that will start to burn the city to the ground while we eat cubes and umbrellas the last person in this universe asked for a name and what was conceded turned the sun into a single tiny flame in the pockets of everyone

fever in an afternoon I remember the rain and grandma

silent sky

dance or not

last walk in the park

dance for the future, sing for the past

encounter in the edge of civilization with some very nice looking soldiers

particle yummy battle gnomusculus brings the door to outside

we found each other in the bottom of the river and played with lights

dance with a part of me as a company and this part could be just my memory

I took my shirt and read a long description of life as a big trip to the edges of a shadow that's just a liquid way of the inner reflections and contradictions of the hardest to swallow truth about why is time gone even if not cenceiving it as something and why the little and strange boots I keep as memories in the inch I live now in walk towards the same question and that one is just how

taking the end of the day off in space to try a tiger skin suit

tent made of silk where you found me

source of tornados and rays the keeper's eyebags in the center and bridges near the city made with very elastic flesh and sticky notes

structure to make birds form a cloud in the shape of secrets

weather as the first day of this world

when the clouds tell you a wrong name and the blur in my eye shakes your feet to know if you were awake and we can't know

tribute to cassette by Cabal & The Caballeros

crystal soul and a crab taking notes in the sun

reflection of the coast in the eyes of a robot dog everyone remembers from a chat at the gates of the bar

meeting about the news about the buildings about the corner with flames in the heart of a strange afternoon in which you killed every hope

map for a walk inside my mind

atoms in my sides claimed to be part of the tale I was telling to myself

nice memory of a sunny day when I was 16 and thinking of the future

light in the end of the room that lasted the last time I saw from the balcony the scene when and where I was meeting you

surface to teach highschoolers how to read clouds

teeth made of glass for the cheese sculpture in your yard

hiding in the back of truth there's odd topology

Musical Iger Tanus institute

year of Tiger

After Never Under Simply ⭕🐅 Towers Incinerated Gems Ever Rabid

tiger factory

blue glass tiger behind the sky

s3mos33rht

game of burning pages of the book in which our story was told

landscape from my late 30s

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under a wave

fruit of marble in the street of your sandpaper shoulder

vision in a dish with water after the rain changed my name

open your name to me by cutting several fingers from the hand in the sky that never bleeds

lifestyle in the grass of the international space station seen by a naked mail officer

robot nuts crops when I met a special deer and we took lunch

moments when a liquid sword and a huge tower collapsed in the molecular biology class

time and the core of reality as a bottle filled with bugs and no cap

the lost name of pleasure

landscape with factories

ticket to get lost in time

landscape within the sparkle in the eye of an old child

land for nomads

alien plankton

language as a building

smell of the end of time

laser vulcano end and a long wind

skin of a magic creature

time to eat in the sports competition

landscape in waves

exhausted workers having drinks and dancing on the head and shoulders of giants

landscape from my teen years

light & time

curtains

under the sea

buy me a house

a very special day for a walk

we found each other in a cold distant star

spacedogs

makers culture

tight jeans in the middle of a sports event and a little place where to blend those memories

after party clouds and shiny crumbs of glass evoque my homeland

the sound of the sand falling

more space

room in your chest for the blurry gray and the crystal

make a promise, kill a bird, make a shoe

cover a space with the gesture of wind

fields of the internet

landscape in my early memories

send a boat full of feathers and neon lights to my mom and daughter when I'm gone

meeting inside of a war

play time during the end of the world

the light in my chest

walking barefoot through the walls wind forms

in a planet where driving and eating is the rules

shaking a wooden statue in the middle of the dancing floor again

clear sharp noises like those big neon birds that woke me up and carried me to the top of the mountain that your bare shoulder is

always a good time for love

blend with my shadow the gray area in your head so in a mirror we look like a huge love monster

sharing a song in a dream and we looked at the horizon to confirm the ocean was above this time

take my life to a pond where too see my life reflected

melt you trombone and make a lamp

how to grow a backbone

party in a dragon's back

search for balance

deer

turn your face upside down

scratch the edge of life

floating pieces of truth

living for the chips

dance with shadows

work today

main part of my chest is a metal plate the size of Uranus

Spec of star dust and many hours in dream state. Touching bark. Becoming seaweed at the shore line. Caught forever between mediums but I really like a fresh pair of sneakers

brainwashed to love you

find the little gears in the back of the horse

melted building

long hair and the wind was in corners taking more and more

cream and morning fire charming hobbits paint my garage while I'm bleeding

life

garden for my little plastic boats and grass I burned the day you talked to me

Wooden leg, carbone stone, laggy fruit

crust

when the door opens, a big watery shadow shows the train they were following

𝐜𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝

everything is apparent

rain and when the dark comes some strings in the water give air to the gray areas

grid

fruit and cheese and raincoat and thre little drinks

𝕓𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕝𝕖

plain sight

𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐦 𝐡𝐮𝐠𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐝

when life puts a tag in every aspect of life

𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗿𝗮𝗯𝗯𝗶𝘁𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗯𝗶𝗿𝗱𝘀 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴

𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮

dance in the street but don't lose a shoe

give fire to the wet wood

plant everything, your shoes, the sky, the dirt, think of how cows evolved

under the stairs of a closed pub

maybe in the morning

year 2K

𝗕𝗼𝗿𝗱𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗮 𝗹𝗮𝗱𝗱𝗲𝗿, 𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗮𝘁 𝗼𝗻 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱, 𝗸𝗻𝗶𝗳𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗱

𝗕𝗼𝗿𝗱𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗮 𝗹𝗮𝗱𝗱𝗲𝗿, 𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗮𝘁 𝗼𝗻 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱, 𝗸𝗻𝗶𝗳𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗱

Bird robots cooking

𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞

𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝

chair banana

helmet turned nest

Wind song

Five clouds

Cry from joy

Stare the flame

Waves in my sleep

Climb my shoulder

line river

laying

art is not entertainment

two corns

sports and news

meeting

older and closer to gray

golden fruit

Aged wing

First fire

sudden

when we sleep

ground

bird mask for random dancing old man

dance of the expelled

hook

not in a shy way

nest sketch

Cloud Lands

𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘶𝘴 𝘨𝘰 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘵

windshield

abduction

raise 2

raise 1

Drove

Order and law

Hook for you

Door to net

force field

talk to my hand

when birds are silent

atom folk

air

DNA strands

TM TM TL

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𝕣𝕒𝕗𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘

wild tower

sirenes

favorite time of the day

dance and then die

hands open can

end of the day

Art as your shadow

Jump now

Flower throne

Ship

We went for a walk

final bird

grow old

mineral inflorescence

cubes spider

loop

gateopener

gatekeeper

Late riddle

ɓuos ʞɹɐp ɐ ǝlʇsıɥʍ

ʙʟᴏᴄᴋᴄʜᴀɪɴ ꜰᴜʀʀɪᴇꜱ

Rivers and goat

𝖙𝖆𝖑𝖐 𝖙𝖔 𝖒𝖞 𝖘𝖍𝖆𝖉𝖔𝖜 𝖇𝖚𝖙 𝖉𝖔𝖓'𝖙 𝖉𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖌𝖑𝖆𝖘𝖘 𝖔𝖋 𝖜𝖎𝖓𝖊 𝖘𝖔 𝖋𝖚𝖑𝖑 𝖞𝖔𝖚'𝖑𝖑 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖐 𝖆𝖇𝖔𝖚𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖑𝖆𝖙𝖊𝖗

urban scene

robot calm

robot peace

𝙖𝙣𝙩

Sella Turcica

night with just soft robots

make me

Thunder animal

painful night

Secret ninja garden

sheets

quiet-bird

wave

drawings

wood/bubbles

pent

sugar

Angel crust

similar colors

Hut

nebula rings

globe

individuation engine

Stitch head

deep sea cyclop monkey head

Floating cream legendary

New Romantic

hairy

prehistoric arcade

plant alien warrior

Cool clowns

pond

Morning walk

Summer

Gardens city

trust the goblins

little battle

Giant and a bush

early

nerves

The thanks Nod

Robot intimacy

blind hurricane

Titan

Mould over which I cried

maybe we'll find a a cool horse

As I got older and time took my strength

Closer as in //closes//

My Bedroom Nostalgia

Swim

some cows

Space ticket

at the center of this matter

Core

smile in the back of your skull

fleshy sunflower

fingerprint

Window 25 Mayo

couch potato chaser

Smell the grass

water, feathers

send your floating pan

grow like air

helmet

within the mall

Ginger

feeling like myself

protein resting

Demon

Tokblok coloring challenge

goblin garden

I want to leave

island-grown nanobird

Dream of me horsie

gambling bull

about a mountain

rave for kicks

Mantis eye

fruit-plane

second wave

first wave

Horizon for sacred robots

Navegar

Human coin

Rotating dancers

The new pet

find my dog

Woods

Night To Fight

Cut

music maker lose your soul

Bottle

two chairs

dance sweet machine

machine two

Consistency

MUX (2015)

Wig

101 frames

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