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 16, 2017
upload me to the cloud
sorry i just got a little angry
and before that: sometimes you can't smell the cheese until you type.it.out
i'll never predictably use the word "beautiful" again, we compromise
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