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
Wednesday, February 3, 2016
And I will waste my time cataloging bruises with scented marker-making, door's unlocked
I keep on trying to start, also on, also off. Feelings, w/e.
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