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, January 24, 2017
we in bad. we in secure.
we give up on hue.
in all probables, read-like
negative signals, but never-good
on that f-r-o-n-t anyway...s sit on me
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