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
Tuesday, April 19, 2016
a setting up, some intro in the middle
like Malcolm, sure. a concept. a wound. glad their getting some without me. mores them than self, and fuck the dentist, i finding with speech. don't presume to know me. fave boom
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