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
Friday, September 2, 2016
from yesterdays, privated and fb: you can't get mad at us. it was your dry spell
Thirsty, thirsty MFA. One drop. Starry-eyed graduate student. I like Head. New Head only.
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