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
Friday, June 23, 2017
we are the passengers seat, you are the one that makes me come
(honey) through imitation
exchange of (sun shine)
ideas free of charge
(want to)new and in-progress
application materials (make you)
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