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
Sunday, April 24, 2016
eat self, feelings too
No one is hyperventilating.
No one is worried about not-successful.
No one is writing paper called the Debt Drive: pains-for-profit.
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