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
Tuesday, June 14, 2016
and we repeat in extreme similarity, because I will feel this for a while. it will hold attentions, for pieced blood equality
in all honorable contribution, please with notes on inability. on oppression. on stripping for rights. we replace for need, but, so rhetoric: our blood does not substitute your blood, my loves. *and I want no power over you*
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