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, March 7, 2016
some. a band in youth
we are all broken bodies, there.
follow we into the seats.
embrace the cut.
so filled.
and, we will eat you whole.
big bang...big bang...big...
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