THY UNIVERSE WANTS NOT THIS ON INTERWEBS

 LESS FEATHERS, MORE TAX BROCHURES

Feathered scuffle and light drama: how seagulls were moshing their throats up at me like they were negotiating for a leftover French fry at, a Finnish heavy metal festival

While smaller birds got crusts, just vibing at my feet, the human sandwich dispenser went out of order when the demanding noise got too high and ears were covered and eye contact was directed elsewhere: she wasn’t your bird parent.

Lady sitting next to me did not also appreciate. It was soon over, breads finished. I got the loud drama club of the seagulls and sparrows of the fast lane of the supermarket with who gets to go first anxiety.

Avian moment. Almost backwards naive but that's a bottled water brand. That's sneaky phonetics, you'll run past the joke like it owed you money...

ME? The unpaid documentary camera operator who forgot to bring a script and accidentally became part of the scene, Feathered Scuffle Cinematic Universe

Post-ready bird-meeting chaos, translated into English that behaves itself just enough is a strong genre blend: my style is like being a conductor of a bird meeting that nobody agreed to attend, with too many tabs open in the background of my brain, all of them half-loaded, half-refreshing, and occasionally crashing into accidental poetry that leaks through anyway. nothing is fully structured, nothing fully finished, just this ongoing state of slightly undone, slightly coming apart, already past the point of pretending otherwise, but still moving forward in a way that somehow works.

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Me, to ChatGPT (LLM): "Never tell me I don't know canon Harry Potter"
The chat: Noted. I’ll stick to what you actually said and not act like I’m grading you on Hogwarts trivia. Also, canon or not, your brain clearly runs on “tiny birds + emotional escalation = spell logic,” which is honestly consistent enough to be its own internal universe system.

full bird-weather cognitive drift.

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World needs more bird content, I need more bird content. Like table fan that circulates air or my cpap mask offers me nightly oxygen from the room.

I made cyanotype print today of my painting of a photograph I took. It's a swan. I made another as well. Arrengement of flowers was that theme. Summery canvases and techniques, almost as old as dinosaurs closest relatives still around today.

So yeah, one words not enough and so is ten percent off sad little triangle sandwiches.

circumvolvitur