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
Thursday, April 21, 2016
Ariel worked at a hooka lounge
And when I droves her homes, circa 2011 bod,
she would always, every time, ask me--"I smoke
weed, write poetry, and then masturbate."--if I
wanted to come inside & share a joint. Smarts.
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