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
Monday, February 8, 2016
**What do we weave for?**
the transference of emotion to an object. emote too serious,
laugh. anger more often
drive. rest it, bitch face. a human hand: a catalyst.
but we are umbilical. “we speak with our wounds” snarky fucking fool.
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