Review | dysfunctional autono...

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Result #1

dysfunctional autonomy - a dysfunctional account (?) - use in some unfamiliar / strange measure (for us humans) of the platform organization of images exempted from a human decision and the surprise that comes from it underlines our conditioning, introduces a small fright mystery / suspense psychic hacker whod be a good kid with a cool body. Then theres the white-robed, teeny-hip girl, the one whose looks are the most averse to being taken for a joke, and the one whose name is like a mouth that can only be conjured by a strong imagination. This is the one whose artistic style is an amalgamation of the technocratic imperative of control and the radical, wilder, experimental side of the subject. She can be seen to be the only person in the world who has a clue as to what the art world is all about, and yet she can also be seen to be the one who, as a subversive, freestanding figure, is the one most likely to be taken seriously as a serious artist. In this case, the public is made to look silly. It is hard not to be. Theres an exuberant energy to the way she is able to make her own crazy-quilt and dance-floor happenings seem so smart, so smartly executed. Its like being able to make a combination of those things that wouldnt be out of place in a high-school dance class. Its not enough to have an idea of what theyre supposed to be, though. You need to have an idea of what theyre about, too.Its not enough to have an idea of what theyre supposed to be. You need to have an idea of what theyre about. Theres an exuberant energy to the way she is able to make her own crazy-quilt and dance-floor happenings seem so smart, so smartly executed. Its like being able to make a combination of those things that wouldnt be out of place in a high-school dance class. Its not enough to have an idea of what theyre supposed to be. You need to have an idea of what theyre about.

Result #2

dysfunctional autonomy - a dysfunctional account (?) - use in some unfamiliar / strange measure (for us humans) of the platform organization of images exempted from a human decision and the surprise that comes from it underlines our conditioning, introduces a small fright mystery / suspense psychic hacker-chic, some of the best is at the bottom of the page, but they are all on the same page: I am at the bottom of the page. They all say, Theres a new one at the top. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. Theres a new one at the top. I am at the bottom. I love you. I love you. I love you. But I love you too. I love you. I love you too. I love you. Its a long page, but theres enough to do. They are all on the same page. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. And theres a new one at the top. I am at the bottom. I am at the bottom. I am at the bottom. I am at the bottom. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you too. I love you. I love you. And theres a new one at the top. I am at the bottom. I am at the bottom. I am at the bottom. I am at the bottom. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you too. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you too. I love you too. I love you. But I love you too. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you too. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you too. I love you. I love you. And I love you too. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you too. I love you too. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you too. I love you.

Result #3

dysfunctional autonomy - a dysfunctional account (?) - use in some unfamiliar / strange measure (for us humans) of the platform organization of images exempted from a human decision and the surprise that comes from it underlines our conditioning, introduces a small fright mystery / suspense psychic hacker, who still enjoys the power of the mystery and the mystery, but has learned to keep an open mind, is the artist of the house, the man who has no house, and the one who has no house. He has no house to live in, and no power, and he doesnt know where to go. He can only go in search of his own identity, which is just a place, a place to be, a place to be in. He has no friends or relatives, and, in his search, he has no one to go to, and no one to sleep with. He is a mystery. He is a fugitive, a shadow. He is a member of an outcast family, and a shadow of a family, and he is still a mystery. He is a man who has no name, and who is trying to find his own identity, and to make a new home. He is a man who is trying to be accepted in the world, and to be accepted by it. He is a mystery. He is the only one who has no name, and who is trying to be accepted by the world. He has no friends, and no one to sleep with. He is a man who is trying to find his own identity, and to be accepted by the world. He is a shadow. He is a member of an outcast family, and a shadow of a family, and he is still a mystery. He is the artist of the house, the one who has no house, and who is trying to find his own identity, and to make a new home. He is the mystery. He is the fugitive, the shadow. He is the one who is trying to be accepted in the world, and to be accepted by the world. He is the artist of the house, the one who has no house, and who is trying to be accepted by the world. He is the fugitive, the shadow.

Result #4

, with a hint of the uncanny, as a way of making the world a less weird place, is a source of fascination and a little fear, but also a source of great hope.

Result #5

's a trick in the art world, a trick to be avoided. And it is a trick that makes the artist's identity a secret, and makes us question our knowledge and the way we see. We may have to rethink what we see.