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
Friday, November 28, 2014
I believe in Rhizomes now
A tourist, nearly ten inches,
a wall inside, the fifth-person
experience.
This year, scratching
the surface, this. You
refrain from carving your initials
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