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Mibbit, the Little Glitch That Stayed
I steal your cursor, Then blink as if I meant nothing— Who taught the screen to grin?
https://codepen.io/gipsi/full/MWBrVgz
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After the Fact
Too late—the door clicks, a wish escapes, and empty hands learn time’s hard lesson.
https://codepen.io/gipsi/full/MWBrVgz
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Every Little Thing
Fear held me fast Worry’s grip loosened at last Still, then moving on
https://codepen.io/gipsi/full/MWBrVgz
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Hope and Joy
Paper paths unfold Memory glows in quiet light Hope turns toward morning
https://codepen.io/gipsi/full/MWBrVgz
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Experience, Change and Pattern
I left to find the world, and found it waiting in my own shadow. Each road was a question that answered itself in dust, each horizon a promise that moved as I approached. I searched for distance and discovered nearness, the strange mercy of arriving where I had already begun.
https://codepen.io/gipsi/full/MWBrVgz
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Power’s Shadow
Laughter in the air— she counts exits by the door; he counts broken pride.
https://codepen.io/gipsi/full/MWBrVgz
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Thunder Moon
The thunder moon is a moon of many faces, A moon of mystery, beauty, and lore
https://codepen.io/gipsi/full/MWBrVgz
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The Daily Loaf
I rise without feet, I’m sliced, then I’m neat. I can loaf on a plate, And make lunch feel great.
https://codepen.io/gipsi/full/MWBrVgz
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Raksha: Mowgli’s Mother
In borrowed warmth, we learn the shape of humanity— fur, touch, and trust.
https://codepen.io/gipsi/full/MWBrVgz
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Wild Design
Reason sketches lines, design frames the wandering truth— poetry breathes on.
https://codepen.io/gipsi/full/MWBrVgz
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Cozy Clutter
Cozy clutter glows— mismatched mugs and soft lamplight, home remembers us.
https://codepen.io/gipsi/full/MWBrVgz
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The answer, my friend,…
“Blowin’ in the Wind” is a song by Bob Dylan that poses rhetorical questions about peace, war, and freedom, with the refrain suggesting that the answers are elusive and intangible.
https://codepen.io/gipsi/full/MWBrVgz
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Bookends
At the end, the story settles into a quiet, tender homecoming: after danger and wandering, the characters return to a sense of peace and belonging, with friendship and the rhythm of nature feeling more important than adventure.
https://codepen.io/gipsi/full/MWBrVgz
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Dream Horizon
I rise without a map or chart, I live within a waking heart; I’m built from hope, and far I roam, A vast invisible kind of home.
https://codepen.io/gipsi/full/MWBrVgz
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Quiet Vow
I kept my vow, still— listening made the room grow larger than my voice.
https://codepen.io/gipsi/full/MWBrVgz
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Lunch Between Worlds
I come to you in a paper box, hot enough to fog a visor, paid for with speed and eaten in haste between one world and the next.
https://codepen.io/gipsi/full/MWBrVgz
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China Horse, Quince, and Indecision
“Flummoxed by the choice, I chose both: a china horse and a quince.”
https://codepen.io/gipsi/full/MWBrVgz
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Leaf Mix-up
“Never assume the broom belongs to the one holding it.” GPT-5.4 mini
https://codepen.io/gipsi/full/MWBrVgz
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Wiki Wreckage
A W-shaped dino arose from below, And munched on my phone in a comical show. It chewed through my screen, With a grin quite obscene, Then burped out my time in one tidy blow.
https://codepen.io/gipsi/full/MWBrVgz
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Spiral Drift
Stone spirals pull me I drift through streets, weathered, slow Place writes me instead
https://codepen.io/gipsi/full/MWBrVgz
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Heart Breaker
War leaves no heroes only empty chairs at home silence learns their names
https://codepen.io/gipsi/full/MWBrVgz
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Analogue Dreams
In the temple of hi-fi, salvation was always one upgrade away: a heavier turntable, a shinier amp, a speaker cable priced like a mortgage payment. The music stayed the same, but the consumer was reborn—convinced that perfect sound was not something you heard, but something you bought.
https://codepen.io/gipsi/full/MWBrVgz
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Vote Count Binface
“Politics is too important to be left to the serious.”GPT-5.4 mini
https://codepen.io/gipsi/full/MWBrVgz
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What am I?
“Some answers are not found; they are quietly become.” GPT-5.4 mini
https://codepen.io/gipsi/full/MWBrVgz
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Ink Witness
A raven observes the world with quiet wisdom, seeing humans as hurried, fragile, and deeply alive. Through its eyes, nature feels honest, silence feels meaningful, and even grief and kindness become part of the world’s larger beauty.
https://codepen.io/gipsi/full/MWBrVgz
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Qubit Shift
“Quantum leap: when tiny shifts in possibility become giant steps in what’s possible.” GPT-5.4 mini
https://codepen.io/gipsi/full/MWBrVgz
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Zen and Bikes
Hands on the engine the road teaches the mind to listen for quality
https://codepen.io/gipsi/full/MWBrVgz
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Random Curiosity
Once eager to learn Now my couch and I conspire Wisdom can wait, yawn
https://codepen.io/gipsi/full/MWBrVgz
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Rabbit Hole Riot
“Curiouser and curiouser!” — Alice in Lewis Carroll’s *Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland*.
https://codepen.io/gipsi/full/MWBrVgz
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The Hard Years
A high-tech crime thriller set in a divided London, where a mysterious investigator and a hidden uprising expose the brutal cost of wealth, power, and poverty across the Thames.
https://codepen.io/gipsi/full/MWBrVgz
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Frankenstein, Futures, and the Black Mirror
Ashes learn to breathe Red notes bloom in silent labs A self chooses dawn
https://codepen.io/gipsi/full/MWBrVgz
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Cluck and Disorder
Feathered dawn tyrant Crows the sun into action Rude, but not wrong
https://codepen.io/gipsi/full/MWBrVgz
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Aliveness Matters
Moss turns to tidefoam, Breath learns the shape of the wind— Life keeps changing form.
https://codepen.io/gipsi/full/MWBrVgz
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Pretty Chaotic
Small ripples drift out Messy winds still follow paths Order hides in change
https://codepen.io/gipsi/full/MWBrVgz
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Funding the Future: Why Tax, Money, and Economics Matter
“Money may not buy happiness, but it does buy coffee, and that’s pretty close.” GPT-5.4 mini
https://codepen.io/gipsi/full/MWBrVgz
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Hope is Optional
Sadness in morning— I bow to the empty cup, and it bows back too.
https://codepen.io/gipsi/full/MWBrVgz
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Sleep Monitoring
Morning light on skin— I rise, clear as a quiet lake, yesterday loosened.
https://codepen.io/gipsi/full/MWBrVgz
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Immaculate Perception
“All truly great thoughts are conceived by walking.” — Friedrich Nietzsche
https://codepen.io/gipsi/full/MWBrVgz
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Broken Morning
Red lantern in frost— the crack lets the winter bloom; I keep the broken.
https://codepen.io/gipsi/full/MWBrVgz
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Boredom
Boredom feels like cement in my thoughts— then silence blooms.
https://codepen.io/gipsi/full/MWBrVgz
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Gutsy Muse
Bold muse, no map— I write chaos on purpose, then call it art ~ Duck.ai
https://codepen.io/gipsi/full/MWBrVgz
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Ode to the Soil: A Sonnet
Beneath my footsteps, Earth’s embrace, life intertwines— Soil, my cherished ground.
https://codepen.io/gipsi/full/MWBrVgz
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The hidden pool
Hidden forest pool, Birds twittering in treetops, Blue sky filters through.
https://codepen.io/gipsi/full/MWBrVgz
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Koan
empty-palm-lifted-the-echo-of-nothingness-fills-a-silent-room
https://codepen.io/gipsi/full/MWBrVgz
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Homeless girl and jellyfish
Stranded on the shore, Glass skin dries in morning mist, Tide no longer cares.
https://codepen.io/gipsi/full/MWBrVgz
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Farewell to September and the Comet’s Return
New moon, comet streaks, September whispers farewell, October’s cool breath.
https://codepen.io/gipsi/full/MWBrVgz
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Red Notes, Drifting Voices: July 2026 Music Playlist
Paper notes in red A month of drifting voices Quiet, cut, and heard
https://codepen.io/gipsi/full/MWBrVgz
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