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
Saturday, April 23, 2016
currently stealing your look
Time is going by so fast and, still, last month--week even--feels so distant and divorced from my body that I am certain no form is sustainable. Tripping malls.
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