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IGNORE THIS LOL

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old sparkledogs and cat ocs in the files of old computers. wings extended forever in flight, tears frozen on their face from an event in a backstory long forgotten

the drawings made of others characters, in folders on a forgotten friend's computer, forever visiting, immortalized in drawings of silly inside jokes and gift-giving between amateurly-drawn colorful animals

a colorful cast, lined up in a row in a half-finished microsoft paint bitmap–smiling faces filled only most-of-the-way with the fill bucket tool. the comic text says "happy birthday!!!" the drawing was never finished, the gift was never sent. its they've been their birthday for 13 years in their eyes and they've never stopped smiling

colors paint-bucket-filled into downloaded free bases–folders of which still sit unused, waiting to spark new ideas, in a long-forgotten folder. most of them the well-known default colors until their artist realized how to use the custom color button

forever in a looping animation, only a third of the way finished–the artist wanted to animate like they saw online, those four frames probably took them weeks of frustration before the project was dropped–but their character is still running, for the rest of time, at 3 frames per second

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Heiko Hellwig: Silicon Cities (2017)

Colorful Circuit Cities Built From Motherboards, Processors, and Microchips. Hellwig built these cityscapes last year using the guts of old MacBooks, IBMs, and even PlayStations that he scavenged from eBay and friends' basements.

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Hans-Peter Feldmann, two girls, one clipped, Courtesy 303 Gallery, New York, and the artist

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Untitled © Peter Solarz

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The concept of "spyware" has disappeared from the common internet lingo after it became the case that the word could now be used to describe nearly every major website and a huge percentage of the most commonly-used software.

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to people who reblog my posts and tag it with your OCs

you trying to bring your puppet to life? you want your little wooden boy to be real? and it has fallen upon ME to bless it with a soul? i am the fucking stuffing that props up your doll? the glue that pinches shut its seams? not the hands pulling, but the strings being pulled? your last fucking hope at actualization?

fine. i will hold this burden. but im owed a speaking part in the movie.

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Sneha Solanki  ‘The Lovers’

Two networked machines, one infected with a virus, slowly infects the other through the interface of classic romantic poetry.

A breakdown in the relationship was inevitable once the virus had seeped into the memory of one machine and then into the other through a singular network cable affecting the poetic text files. Communication between the two deteriorated, leading to irrational & at times odd behaviour. Each machine reacted with equal confusion and conflict. The interface text became an illegible poetic mutation of itself.

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what if i told you your perfect digital angel body made of impenetrable metal. could be penetrated

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Showcase of Interior Design (1992)

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we need more representation in media for people who are just dogshit at improvising snappy one liners. too many characters these days can come up with the smartest funniest thing to say in any given situation with zero rehearsal or hesitation and it's just not realistic. we need more guys who say shit like "yeah, well, um, how about you, uh, suck my dick?"

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god forbid women do anything <- is not a woman and probably should be actively restrained from this course of action

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Belladonna of Sadness, dir. Eiichi Yamamoto, 1973