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
Thursday, February 23, 2017
*and if they only knew who we could pull
*maybe I'd get a little respect. Or, maybe they'd at least be flattered.
Be flattered! We aren't intrusive and we cute!
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