a project of skill-less and dead-author labor turned dead-text turned dead-reader, love
affair with space, some cloud to influx information without regard for human eyes. &poetry
Thursday, October 17, 2013
And You Lost Like Over a Sixth of Your Life, Stolen. Kidnapped, So? Deal With It.
counting steps again
going for hours
look down
swinging to Broken Bells
and memories
understand nothing, also
absorb--seek nothing
pointed, not likely, argue
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