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glitchtober4_22: ɨnvɨsɨƀłɇ

Based Ghoul ⛧ 6603

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Sħɇ ĐɍɇȺmŧ Sħɇ WȺs Ⱥ Ƀᵾłłđøƶɇɍ, Sħɇ ĐɍɇȺmŧ Sħɇ WȺs Ⱥłønɇ ɨn Ⱥn Ɇmᵽŧɏ Fɨɇłđ

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ｙｏｕ ｍａｋｅ ｔｈｅ ｗａｔｅｒ ｗａｒｍ
ｙｏｕ ｔａｓｔｅ ｆｏｒｅｉｇｎ
ａｎｄ ｉ ｋｎｏｗ ｙｏｕ ｃａｎ ｓｅｅ
ｔｈｅ ｃｏｒｄ ｂｒｅａｋ ａｗａｙ
＇ｃａｕｓｅ ｔｏｎｉｇｈｔ
ｉ ｆｅｅｌ ｌｉｋｅ ｍｏｒｅ

Day 33: ｄｉｇｉｔａｌ ｂａｔｈ

Ɨn ŧħɇ vøɨđ wɇ ɍøȺm  
Łøsŧ ɨn ɇnđłɇss øƀłɨvɨøn  
ⱣɇȺȼɇfᵾł sɨłɇnȼɇ ɍɇɨǥns

wɇłȼømɇ øƀłɨvɨøn

ȼøłđ Ⱥnđ ƀłȺȼꝁ Ⱥnđ ɨnfɨnɨŧɇ

glitchtober4_10: ȼøłđ

<p><span style="color: rgb(103, 103, 103);">the insect noises below simply fade out</span></p>

ripe (with decay)

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Ŧħɇɨɍ Ħɇłɨȼøᵽŧɇɍs' Sɨnǥ

ɉɍđsȼŧŧŧɏᵽƀŧ_01ƻ

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ｉ’ｍ ｆｌｏａｔｉｎｇ ｄｏｗｎ ａ ｒｉｖｅｒ

ｏａｒｓ ｆｒｅｅｄ ｆｒｏｍ ｔｈｅｉｒ ｈｏｌｅｓ ｌｏｎｇ ａｇｏ

ｌｙｉｎｇ ｆａｃｅ ｕｐ ｏｎ ｔｈｅ ｆｌｏｏｒ ｏｆ ｍｙ ｖｅｓｓｅｌ

ｉ ｍａｒｖｅｌ ａｔ ｔｈｅ ｓｔａｒｓ ａｎｄ ｆｅｅｌ ｍｙ ｈｅａｒｔ ｏｖｅｒｆｌｏｗ

ａｑｕｅｏｕｓ ｔｒａｎｓｍｉｓｓｉｏｎ

Foundation

ᵽȺɨn  
wɇ ŧȺꝁɇ møɍɇ ᵽɨłłs  
ɇȺȼħ mømɇnŧ wøᵾnđs  
ŧħɇ łȺsŧ ønɇ ꝁɨłłs  
łɨfɇ, Ⱥ mɏsŧɇɍɏ  
ɇᵾᵽħøɍɨȺ Ⱥnđ mɨsɇɍɏ

glitchtober6_15: đɍᵾǥs

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sħȺmɇ øn ᵾs đøømɇđ fɍøm ŧħɇ sŧȺɍŧ mȺɏ Ǥøđ ħȺvɇ mɇɍȼɏ øn øᵾɍ đɨɍŧɏ łɨŧŧłɇ ħɇȺɍŧs sħȺmɇ øn ᵾs føɍ Ⱥłł wɇ'vɇ đønɇ Ⱥnđ Ⱥłł wɇ ɇvɇɍ wɇɍɇ ɉᵾsŧ ƶɇɍøs Ⱥnđ ønɇs

Day 53: ƶɇɍø sᵾm

Hic et Nunc

Kalamint

daily doodles  in an effort to explore new aesthetics and methods

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ʳᵇᵗ

wᵢₜₕ ₜₕₑ ᵣₐdᵢₒ ₒₙ ₐₙd ₜₕₑ cᵤᵣₜₐᵢₙₛ dᵣₐwₙ

dᵣₖₜyₚgᵣₚₕy_₀₆

ₛₜᵢcₖₛ ₐₙd ₛₜₒₙₑₛ...

ₜₕₑ cₐᵣ'ₛ ₒₙ fᵢᵣₑ ₐₙd ₜₕₑᵣₑ'ₛ ₙₒ dᵣᵢᵥₑᵣ ₐₜ ₜₕₑ wₕₑₑₗ

dᵣₖₜyₚgᵣₚₕy_₀₁

dᵣₖₜyₚgᵣₚₕy

ȻƗŦƗƵɆN: 000
REGION: Costal City άλφα
STATUS: Unable to establish connection
QUOTE: N/A
NOTES: Something about those wide red eyes hold such a sense of regret and loss…

ȻƗŦƗƵɆN_000

An attempt to catalog the various ȻƗŦƗƵɆNS I encounter. It would appear some of the documentation data has become corrupt, apologies for the glitches...

Follow the full story from the beginning here: https://twitter.com/i/events/1525581641573289984

ȻƗŦƗƵɆN: 000
REGION: Costal City άλφα
STATUS: Unable to establish connection
QUOTE: N/A
Notes: Something about those wide red eyes hold such a sense of regret and loss…

jrdscttlgs: ȻƗŦƗƵɆN ĐƗɌɆȻŦØɌɎ

𝕻𝖎𝖈𝖐 𝖑𝖔𝖈𝖐𝖘 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖕𝖔𝖈𝖐𝖊𝖙𝖘.

𝕴𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖋𝖆𝖈𝖎𝖓𝖌 - 𝕾𝖎𝖉𝖊 𝕭

𝕷𝖔𝖛𝖊 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖇𝖊 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖉 𝖇𝖞 𝖉𝖗𝖚𝖌𝖘.

𝕰𝖑𝖊𝖈𝖙𝖗𝖔𝖈𝖍𝖊𝖒𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖞 - 𝕾𝖎𝖉𝖊 𝕭

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It is the poet and philosopher who provide the community of objectives in which the artist participates. Their chief preoccupation, like the artist, is the expression in concrete form of their notions of reality. Like him, they deal with the verities of time and space, life and death, and the heights of exaltation as well as the depths of despair. The preoccupation with these eternal problems creates a common ground which transcends the disparity in the means used to achieve them.

Untitled No. 20 (Minimum Wage on Bifröst)

In art, as in biology, there is a phenomenon that can be described as mutation, in which appearances radically change at a tempo much more rapid than that at which they normally proceed. As in the case of biology, we have no means to determine the process by which this radical change occurs. Yet we do know that it is a reaction to a form of congestion. It is a desperate change due to the arrival at a point where the corollaries to a situation are exhausted, when the stimulus to additional growth is sluggish and a rapid rejuvenation is needed so that art, through disuse, does not atrophy in much the same way as an unused human organ. Here art must attain a new start if it is to survive. Then, assiduously, it renews its traditions by marriage with alien traditions, by the reexamination of its own processes, and by those means reestablishes contact again with its own roots. It is in this way that new plastic worlds are born. For art, like a race, cannot inbreed very long without losing its incentives to continue; it needs the rejuvenation of new experiences and new blood. These mutations, it must be clear, however, do not constitute a change in properties, or mean that art has discarded its past. On the contrary, mutation involves a more conscious evaluation of art’s inheritance and the redirection of that inheritance into channels where it can be continued with greater force.

Untitled No. 16 (Windex and Pea Puree)

jrdko

ĐɇȺŧħ... Mɏ sɨn... Sħøᵾłđ nøŧ ƀɇ ŧøᵾȼħɇđ ƀɏ ŧħɇ ħȺnđ øf mȺn... ŦȺɍnɨsħɇđ... mɏ ŧħȺnꝁs... føɍ ŧħɏ... łønǥ łȺƀøɍ. Ƀᵾŧ Ɨ ħȺvɇ đønɇ... Ⱥłł Ɨ ȼȺn... ɨn ŧħɨs łȺnđ. Ħɇnȼɇføɍŧħ, mɨnɇ Ⱥᵽᵽɇŧɨŧɇ sħȺłł ƀɇ mɏ søłɇ ȼømᵽȺnɨøn. FȺɍɇwɇłł.

ĐɇȺŧħ øf ŧħɇ Đɇmɨǥøđs #3/3

ĐɇȺŧħ øf ŧħɇ Đɇmɨǥøđs #2/3

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Century Egg

Blueberries

Jellyfoods: Wave II

MOONN O))) IV

MOONN O))) III

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ᵂᴴᴱᴺ ᴵ ᵂᴬˢ ᴰᴼᴺᴱ ᴰʸᴵᴺᴳ, ᴹʸ ᶜᴼᴺˢᶜᴵᴱᴺᶜᴱ ᴿᴱᴳᴬᴵᴺᴱᴰ
ˢᴼ ᴵ ᴮᴱᴳᴬᴺ ᴹʸ ˢᵀᴿᵁᴳᴳᴸᴱ, ᴬ ᴺᴼᵀᴴᴵᴺᴳᴺᴱˢˢ ˢᵀᴿᴬᴵᴺᴱᴰ
ᴼᵁᵀ ᴬ ᶠᴸᴬˢᴴ ᴹᴬᴰᴱ ᴼᶠ ᵀᴵᴹᴱ, ᴹʸ ᴺᴱᵂ ᶠᴼᴿᴹ ᴮᴸᴬˢᵀᴱᴰ ᴼᵁᵀ
ᴬᴺᴰ ᴵᵀ ˢᵀᴬᴿᵀᴸᴱᴰ ᴹᴱ ˢᴼ ᴬᴺᴰ ᴵ ᴮᵁᴿˢᵀ ᴼᵁᵀ ᴬ ˢᴴᴼᵁᵀ

ˢᴷᴵᴳᴵᴸᴸ_⁰¹.ᵍⁱᶠ

"ᴬᵀ ᵂᴴᴵᶜᴴ ᴹʸ ᴸᴱᴳˢ ᴿᴬᴺ ᶠᴿᴬᴺᵀᴵᶜ ᴸᴵᴷᴱ ᴮᴵᴿᴰˢ ᶠᴿᴼᴹ ᴬ ᴺᴱˢᵀ
ᴬᴺᴰ ᴵ ᴿᴬᴺ ᵁᴺᵀᴵᴸ ᴰᴿᴬᴵᴺᴱᴰ, ᴸᴱᴬⱽᴵᴺᴳ ᴺᴼ ᶜᴴᴼᴵᶜᴱ ᴮᵁᵀ ᴿᴱˢᵀ
ˢᴼ ᴵ ᶠᴱᴸᴸ ᴬˢᴸᴱᴱᴾ ˢᴼᶠᵀᴸʸ ᴬᵀ ᵀᴴᴱ ᴱᴰᴳᴱ ᴼᶠ ᴬ ᶜᴬⱽᴱ
ᴮᵁᵀ ᴵ ˢᴴᴼᵁᴸᴰ ᴴᴬⱽᴱ ᴳᴼᴺᴱ ᴵᴺ ᴰᴱᴱᴾᴱᴿ ᴮᵁᵀ ᴵ'ᴹ ᴺᴼᵀ ˢᴼ ᴮᴿᴬⱽᴱ"

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