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
Monday, April 18, 2016
we are all still borns
And they wrote: good luck!
What is deserves, even?
Come Saturdays and give
*birth to a whole community*
Ritual important, rupture the byte, a temporary charge.
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