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 14, 2016
these people. these effing ppl...are so gross humans all the time. seriously
Secretly, well-known-secretly, constantly judging all of those around, with high horsey play of ethics and care for others, because, with proximity you failings, forward move in opportunistic, tries closer, and unequaled work, totes okay, and no concern for that which does not effect the personals. Fuck, so far off. Happying summers. We wave our fingers and sentiment: it is the principle. **it hurts to look at you** *not a compliment* *k*m*n*
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