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, April 23, 2017
the hybrid, the illicit, the uncategorized being
We wanted to grab your hand and lead you into one of the dark recesses,
But, you would have been embarrassed, you would have felt on display.
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