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
Saturday, July 25, 2015
Door, pizza delivery. Some of them nines.
Before my birth, figure much of the construct.
Misery Porn, prop if right. On the gearstick.
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