I shat out a gigantic golden gilded fabregé egg. They told me it would never hatch.... it did and this is now my horrendously ugly child. It only speaks Hungarian and is rendered in 144p.

Jelly beans 🤔☺️😁🤤🤤🤤🤤

A highly biological film. Randomness manifests itself as millions of synapses firing at once and when familiarity does show itself occasionally it feels like a privilege, not a given. It makes me recall the whole process of thought—that behind the confines of multitudes of cellular blotches and electrical signals, there is an integral and clear picture to be made out of its abstraction.

If you were to scan your eyes up and down a remarkably crafted dress, your mind would travel to the master's process. It's the work of his hand, leading the thread through the cloth. Forever are the thread and needle at the mercy of the hand, for it only stops working when pricked from the tail of the needle. But for the hand to drag the needle forever and for the needle to prick back, this would only be justified as a crime of mutual passions.