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, March 12, 2017
obliterate we gender. role
Ranch hand is lonely,
is quiet,
is sad,
desires (and not desired),
but
not 'desperate"
(in that shared-gendered-language way)
is rather
fucking invasive as hell, yet without anger nor entitlement.
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