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, August 8, 2016
heart-to-heart, to-hearts beat-as-one
Have said to your multiple faces,
"I'm a fucking saint." I've meant it.
You are difficult. And, you are welcome.
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