ouliposting

Also this brink of atmos -sun-rain-sun-rain-rain-sun- protocol cracks my ascii vision of us

Rot. Rot. Rot. Train is going crazy. Kot. Kot. Kot. Coughing constantly. I fancy us as 1 and 0 making vast ascii drawings

#oulipost 2
Today in a subway train, I saw this man: his nod was slow. Small sulky orbs, in dim glow of that giant iron guts, skin was that of a lizard's tummy—pallid, thin, almost translucid. This human had visions, too. Counting up to six. "A bard of today", so thy thinks. So do I.

Hi guys! Happy to join this amazing community of Oulipians with OCDs for linguistic constraints.
First, I try a syntaxic standard information,
With dots and bits in rhythmic punctuation.
I grind, I twist my hair combos,
This script may not hack your brain
That’s okay. I adapt. It’s all a path
To odd bits in fancy formats,
A syntaxic world with no harmful sound.

Mediocre nerd, hidden enthousiast for absurd visionnary tech stuff

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