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
Sunday, January 10, 2016
intermission with that slow blink 182 song
barrett-jackson: 11 year old and we
always think the joke's on me, even
even if I no one else sees it, it is
it is so how it is.
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