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, May 22, 2016
personelle ad...contaminated frozen vegetables and the end of the word
Sunday, I saw you at Trader's Joe's, I was wearing my generic mid-20's man suit, I told your sister you had cool hair, she looked at you and screamed, "Her scalp is bleeding!" I really think we had a moment, you know, when I watched you get into your car. Let me know if you felt it too...
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