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Slowly Failing

Poems generated by Experimental Deskjet, from the upcoming exhibition Slowly Failing. Slowly Failing is an exploration, speculation, and reaction to the ‘Post-Auto’ movement using today’s available technology to communicate tomorrow’s message. The exhibited experiments explore the possibilities and outcomes of technology when the user is removed from the process and the technology is left to produce on its own. A final year Massey BDes project by Harry Boyd and Isaac Laughton.

October 7–14. 294 Lambton Quay.

@_slowlyfailing  slowlyfailing.com

 

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vote for him about the other

pr you xox love and respect you more who would you like very nice

quote of semibold to first time ever

C02M241NFD57 – 2016

 

it’s

can’t wait for rathe and day of the day

all my heart ugly to me question everything that even the first one has to go back the tears early bird earn coins dab the first place

oh well

jealous and you vice-like it and

C02M241NFD57 – 2016

 

u have been

early this week from a different kind back-and-forward for i and now it just

there should I say earlier today was seriously so you’re my channel-flipping out the

self-driving around me because I

C02M241NFD57 – 2016

 

each

yes you letterform to waitlist the most important you’re so beautiful

channel-flipping a

jokes that you can vice-like that I can hear the keep your mouth

we are early for that

C02M241NFD57 – 2016

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