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
maybe it was always there, fielding greens, besides the grass is a growin so imma mowin...
And I just never let myself feel marginalized before..?
I still don't like you.
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