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This is great

Never heard this guy before and now super excited to listen to everything

Thank you so much!

met with fresh joy in a field mostly hay yellow but with one lone patch of green this toddler ranges towards. Vincent feels as if he is watching a VHS home movie. As if a ready made aura, an aesthetic of nostalgia, had already intervened on behalf of intimacy to spare its exposure

a wasted pace, limbs hampered by a lack of control but still approaching the velocity of abandon.

Vincent follows the cut-string run of the toddler as they tilt towards the afternoon light, a golden bodied expression of life experiencing itself, a world and a mind unfolding upon a mind and a world,

The child is ready to try again. Vincent refocuses. This time the toddler is up and gearing to run, elbows chicken-winged and rubbing against the kindling of their body, feet paddling on the spot, gleeful for speed, and then they are off in an elastic explosion, a frustrated will,

She’s aware this is not a new thought but it feels generically true even if, like, equal rights for parasites?

This organism, the intelligent rage of life, assembling itself without the ecstasy of conception. A pure mutant born of loveless turmoil. If the world did have a consciousness humans would basically be parasites, Joy thinks.

The lightning establishing a global nervous system, joining the sky and the sea and the earth to a rolling, dissociative, voice trying to articulate the indifferent rage of a body coming into disciplined existence.