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
Wednesday, July 13, 2016
everything we do is just a ghost of you
Just came to the realization that I wasn't seated in the
first two rows the last time I was in a studio audience.
*This means I am not a beautiful person*
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