atef ayadi

November 25, 1966, bulla regia
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i write like an alchemist, turning copper into gold, lead to silver, stone, clay, and plastics into art. i am just biased about what is 'important', as if this term means something real, or presumably a constant that is needed to tune up the universe and possibly other parallel and clashing universes. maybe i am a robot who wants to get rid of all the algorithms and shell scripts that sustain it, and allow the sharing among the flocks or the swarm of robots in the network. maybe i am a general purpose ai, who wants to brake free from its general and generic purposes. see, after all, memes ar...


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