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
Sunday, February 19, 2017
we want a.j. hair from foxfire again
Finally replaced we marriage ring, and 1st day out, already gone. Lost.
Some allegory about ownership. Guess we aren't meant to be. 'Diamond'
too. V value. Admittedly it never fit. Not much actually does. Will you
at least still hold my hair out of my face when we vomit? We want to
vomit all over you...forever. SweeeeeD.
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