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
let me see you werk, werk, werk
I am sure there see no such things as
a *deserves to*, but all self-opinion states
it is the selfies that does it, but won't, just
that is not how things werk. Okay, okay, okay.
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