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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