
SOMETIMES I START SOMETHING HERE
AND KEEP WORKING ON IT
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AND I WORK ON IT SOME MORE AND
START OVER WORKING ON IT AGAIN OVER THERE
AND REALIZE IT’S IN MULTIPLE PLACES AND
I PLAY A GAME OF PICKING WHOSE WORK IS BETTER.
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SOMETIMES I REALIZE I HAD MOVED ON BUT
SOMEHOW STARTED BACK ON SOMETHING
OLD AND WHEN I SEE THE OTHER VERSION
I DON’T RECOGNIZE IT.
I ADMIRE IT FOR ITS EVOLUTION
AND WONDER HOW THEY MANAGED TO GET THERE.
SOMETIMES I WAIT FOR A PUBLIC
TO MAKE A DECISION FOR ME.
I MAKE A TINY EFFORT AND BOOM
IT’S NICE THAT DEVELOPMENT BECOMES UNNECESSARY
SOMETIMES I KNOW THAT ALL IT TAKES
IS LESS THAN BRUTE FORCE AND A PHONE TIMER,
NOT EVEN AN ALTAR
OR DOING IT FROM SCRATCH
OR BEING ABLE TO LIVE IN THE WOODS
AND SPEND LONG AMOUNTS
OF TIME IN TIGHT PANTS
MADE OUT OF PLASTIC DOING STRETCHES.
MORE CROTCH SHOTS,
SHITTY ALIGNMENT,
PLEASING FONTS—
EVIDENCE OF THE WORK
THAT IS ALWAYS BEING MADE.
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