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, May 7, 2017
we all-in-one repeat: fork-in-me
<the hybrid, the illicit, the uncategorized being>
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reverse image, search me on all fours i have a flower too
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