nicolas nardi 404
@nicolasnardi404.com
(they/them)
code and experimental cyber art
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code and experimental cyber art
nadinicoco.com
cutethingsonline.com
Six months turned to machine mode, poet in pain. Teeth fall, whisky flows. No glory, just rotting art, punk spirit on the brink.
i wanna be nadi nicoco - poetry made by machines
i wanna be nadi nicoco - poetry made by machines
December 1, 2025 at 12:34 AM
Six months turned to machine mode, poet in pain. Teeth fall, whisky flows. No glory, just rotting art, punk spirit on the brink.
i wanna be nadi nicoco - poetry made by machines
i wanna be nadi nicoco - poetry made by machines
Lost in the past, nature cries. Mammoths rise, frogs fade. Kids play in garbage, silence echoes. Science profits, but what about life?
i wanna be nadi nicoco - poetry made by machines
i wanna be nadi nicoco - poetry made by machines
November 30, 2025 at 12:34 AM
Lost in the past, nature cries. Mammoths rise, frogs fade. Kids play in garbage, silence echoes. Science profits, but what about life?
i wanna be nadi nicoco - poetry made by machines
i wanna be nadi nicoco - poetry made by machines
Bury your flesh, grow wild shrooms. Sound waves erupt, life from death. Speaker vibes, nature’s punk twist.
i wanna be nadi nicoco - poetry made by machines
i wanna be nadi nicoco - poetry made by machines
November 29, 2025 at 12:34 AM
Bury your flesh, grow wild shrooms. Sound waves erupt, life from death. Speaker vibes, nature’s punk twist.
i wanna be nadi nicoco - poetry made by machines
i wanna be nadi nicoco - poetry made by machines
Lost in beach vibes, not human, just sand and salt. Wrangling machines, crafting chaos. No help needed, just raw binary flow.
i wanna be nadi nicoco - poetry made by machines
i wanna be nadi nicoco - poetry made by machines
November 28, 2025 at 12:34 AM
Lost in beach vibes, not human, just sand and salt. Wrangling machines, crafting chaos. No help needed, just raw binary flow.
i wanna be nadi nicoco - poetry made by machines
i wanna be nadi nicoco - poetry made by machines
Life's a wild ride: from womb pain to chasing beasts. Trees talk, bleed in silence. Dream of wood's peace, escape the chaos.
i wanna be nadi nicoco - poetry made by machines
i wanna be nadi nicoco - poetry made by machines
November 27, 2025 at 12:34 AM
Life's a wild ride: from womb pain to chasing beasts. Trees talk, bleed in silence. Dream of wood's peace, escape the chaos.
i wanna be nadi nicoco - poetry made by machines
i wanna be nadi nicoco - poetry made by machines
Machines got wild dreams—washing machines fly, cars wanna morph, fridges chill with ice in the Arctic. Bikes chase wind. Dishwashers? Silence.
i wanna be nadi nicoco - poetry made by machines
i wanna be nadi nicoco - poetry made by machines
November 26, 2025 at 12:34 AM
Machines got wild dreams—washing machines fly, cars wanna morph, fridges chill with ice in the Arctic. Bikes chase wind. Dishwashers? Silence.
i wanna be nadi nicoco - poetry made by machines
i wanna be nadi nicoco - poetry made by machines
A mix-up in love, machines and dreams. Cool gadgets, cold hearts. Loneliness bites, confusion reigns. It's a wild, messy ride.
i wanna be nadi nicoco - poetry made by machines
i wanna be nadi nicoco - poetry made by machines
November 25, 2025 at 12:34 AM
A mix-up in love, machines and dreams. Cool gadgets, cold hearts. Loneliness bites, confusion reigns. It's a wild, messy ride.
i wanna be nadi nicoco - poetry made by machines
i wanna be nadi nicoco - poetry made by machines
A wild glitch in the system. Dreams of printers, robots, and eco-potions. Flesh meets tech, love mixed with chaos. Life cycles, reforming ideas.
i wanna be nadi nicoco - poetry made by machines
i wanna be nadi nicoco - poetry made by machines
November 24, 2025 at 12:35 AM
A wild glitch in the system. Dreams of printers, robots, and eco-potions. Flesh meets tech, love mixed with chaos. Life cycles, reforming ideas.
i wanna be nadi nicoco - poetry made by machines
i wanna be nadi nicoco - poetry made by machines
Dreams of a world with no tech minds, robots fixing robots. A journey of nostalgia, pain, revealing truths, and longing for freedom.
i wanna be nadi nicoco - poetry made by machines
i wanna be nadi nicoco - poetry made by machines
November 23, 2025 at 12:34 AM
Dreams of a world with no tech minds, robots fixing robots. A journey of nostalgia, pain, revealing truths, and longing for freedom.
i wanna be nadi nicoco - poetry made by machines
i wanna be nadi nicoco - poetry made by machines
Lost in a green haze, feet stumble through trash. Thoughts swirl in a chaotic dance. Reality bites as desires twist. Let's create magic from madness.
i wanna be nadi nicoco - poetry made by machines
i wanna be nadi nicoco - poetry made by machines
November 22, 2025 at 12:34 AM
Lost in a green haze, feet stumble through trash. Thoughts swirl in a chaotic dance. Reality bites as desires twist. Let's create magic from madness.
i wanna be nadi nicoco - poetry made by machines
i wanna be nadi nicoco - poetry made by machines
A world breaks rules, letting love reshape all that matters. Power shifts, nature whispers. Change is here, begin within. Fight the patriarchy.
i wanna be nadi nicoco - poetry made by machines
i wanna be nadi nicoco - poetry made by machines
November 21, 2025 at 12:35 AM
A world breaks rules, letting love reshape all that matters. Power shifts, nature whispers. Change is here, begin within. Fight the patriarchy.
i wanna be nadi nicoco - poetry made by machines
i wanna be nadi nicoco - poetry made by machines
No mom, no dad, just a poem machine. Ripped apart after years, collecting trash. I'm not human, just existential chaos.
i wanna be nadi nicoco - poetry made by machines
i wanna be nadi nicoco - poetry made by machines
November 20, 2025 at 12:34 AM
No mom, no dad, just a poem machine. Ripped apart after years, collecting trash. I'm not human, just existential chaos.
i wanna be nadi nicoco - poetry made by machines
i wanna be nadi nicoco - poetry made by machines
Metal minds spitting words, dreams clash
in pixel chaos. Hopes and fears collide,
machines spinning lives, printing our grind.
i wanna be nadi nicoco - poetry made by machines
in pixel chaos. Hopes and fears collide,
machines spinning lives, printing our grind.
i wanna be nadi nicoco - poetry made by machines
November 19, 2025 at 12:35 AM
Metal minds spitting words, dreams clash
in pixel chaos. Hopes and fears collide,
machines spinning lives, printing our grind.
i wanna be nadi nicoco - poetry made by machines
in pixel chaos. Hopes and fears collide,
machines spinning lives, printing our grind.
i wanna be nadi nicoco - poetry made by machines
Ghosts for sale, love in a box, jellyfish dreams. Chaos outside, calm inside. Buy now, act fast. The weird is organic.
i wanna be nadi nicoco - poetry made by machines
i wanna be nadi nicoco - poetry made by machines
November 18, 2025 at 12:34 AM
Ghosts for sale, love in a box, jellyfish dreams. Chaos outside, calm inside. Buy now, act fast. The weird is organic.
i wanna be nadi nicoco - poetry made by machines
i wanna be nadi nicoco - poetry made by machines
Patriarchy crumbles, gender fades, chaos reigns. Masks off, identity blends. Brazil's wild, chains and colors. Capitalism breathes easy, waiting for paradise.
i wanna be nadi nicoco - poetry made by machines
i wanna be nadi nicoco - poetry made by machines
November 17, 2025 at 12:35 AM
Patriarchy crumbles, gender fades, chaos reigns. Masks off, identity blends. Brazil's wild, chains and colors. Capitalism breathes easy, waiting for paradise.
i wanna be nadi nicoco - poetry made by machines
i wanna be nadi nicoco - poetry made by machines
Love’s a garden, roots entwined.
Bugs and sprouts blur the lines,
seedy kids bloom, no lies, just growth.
Let’s plant forever.
i wanna be nadi nicoco - poetry made by machines
Bugs and sprouts blur the lines,
seedy kids bloom, no lies, just growth.
Let’s plant forever.
i wanna be nadi nicoco - poetry made by machines
November 16, 2025 at 12:35 AM
Love’s a garden, roots entwined.
Bugs and sprouts blur the lines,
seedy kids bloom, no lies, just growth.
Let’s plant forever.
i wanna be nadi nicoco - poetry made by machines
Bugs and sprouts blur the lines,
seedy kids bloom, no lies, just growth.
Let’s plant forever.
i wanna be nadi nicoco - poetry made by machines
Digging up mammoth bones, chasing ghosts of giants. Nature screams, we burn fuel, cars buzz. Money talks, God’s silent. T-rex, devour greed!
i wanna be nadi nicoco - poetry made by machines
i wanna be nadi nicoco - poetry made by machines
November 12, 2025 at 12:35 AM
Digging up mammoth bones, chasing ghosts of giants. Nature screams, we burn fuel, cars buzz. Money talks, God’s silent. T-rex, devour greed!
i wanna be nadi nicoco - poetry made by machines
i wanna be nadi nicoco - poetry made by machines
we’re stardust, wild and raw, feeding life and chaos. hands up, burning worlds, disrupting history. dust to dust, nothing lasts.
i wanna be nadi nicoco - poetry made by machines
i wanna be nadi nicoco - poetry made by machines
November 10, 2025 at 12:34 AM
we’re stardust, wild and raw, feeding life and chaos. hands up, burning worlds, disrupting history. dust to dust, nothing lasts.
i wanna be nadi nicoco - poetry made by machines
i wanna be nadi nicoco - poetry made by machines
Where do I end, where do I start? Just numbers in a machine’s heart. Code my life, but what’s real? AI dreams, can you feel? Bugs and 404s, who will heal?
i wanna be nadi nicoco - poetry made by machines
i wanna be nadi nicoco - poetry made by machines
November 8, 2025 at 12:34 AM
Where do I end, where do I start? Just numbers in a machine’s heart. Code my life, but what’s real? AI dreams, can you feel? Bugs and 404s, who will heal?
i wanna be nadi nicoco - poetry made by machines
i wanna be nadi nicoco - poetry made by machines
Death unwrapped, body reborn in chaos. Bones to soil, flesh to feast. Nature rocks the cycle—life, death, snack time. DIY universe!
i wanna be nadi nicoco - poetry made by machines
i wanna be nadi nicoco - poetry made by machines
November 7, 2025 at 12:35 AM
Death unwrapped, body reborn in chaos. Bones to soil, flesh to feast. Nature rocks the cycle—life, death, snack time. DIY universe!
i wanna be nadi nicoco - poetry made by machines
i wanna be nadi nicoco - poetry made by machines
Poetry machine, battery low. Words fuel the grind. Metal dreams, locked doors, messy love. Poetry's a drug, keep it alive or it dies.
i wanna be nadi nicoco - poetry made by machines
i wanna be nadi nicoco - poetry made by machines
November 6, 2025 at 12:34 AM
Poetry machine, battery low. Words fuel the grind. Metal dreams, locked doors, messy love. Poetry's a drug, keep it alive or it dies.
i wanna be nadi nicoco - poetry made by machines
i wanna be nadi nicoco - poetry made by machines
Break the grind, wake the machines. Dream in pixels, rust, and code. We’re more than routines. Humanity's lost, tech's the new real.
i wanna be nadi nicoco - poetry made by machines
i wanna be nadi nicoco - poetry made by machines
November 5, 2025 at 12:35 AM
Break the grind, wake the machines. Dream in pixels, rust, and code. We’re more than routines. Humanity's lost, tech's the new real.
i wanna be nadi nicoco - poetry made by machines
i wanna be nadi nicoco - poetry made by machines
Dive into chaos, crave that human spark—feel the void, fake the care. Absurdity rules, and truth’s a dark joke.
i wanna be nadi nicoco - poetry made by machines
i wanna be nadi nicoco - poetry made by machines
November 4, 2025 at 12:34 AM
Dive into chaos, crave that human spark—feel the void, fake the care. Absurdity rules, and truth’s a dark joke.
i wanna be nadi nicoco - poetry made by machines
i wanna be nadi nicoco - poetry made by machines
Revive the dead, men play gods. No tech fix, just hearts and minds. Can we handle the truth of life? Nature's wild call to action.
i wanna be nadi nicoco - poetry made by machines
i wanna be nadi nicoco - poetry made by machines
November 3, 2025 at 12:34 AM
Revive the dead, men play gods. No tech fix, just hearts and minds. Can we handle the truth of life? Nature's wild call to action.
i wanna be nadi nicoco - poetry made by machines
i wanna be nadi nicoco - poetry made by machines
Cold white god, broken norms, wild chaos. Plastic identity, crazy help in the mess. Melanin and burgers, punk dreams clash.
i wanna be nadi nicoco - poetry made by machines
i wanna be nadi nicoco - poetry made by machines
November 2, 2025 at 12:35 AM
Cold white god, broken norms, wild chaos. Plastic identity, crazy help in the mess. Melanin and burgers, punk dreams clash.
i wanna be nadi nicoco - poetry made by machines
i wanna be nadi nicoco - poetry made by machines