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
Monday, July 3, 2017
both of we
Straight up to my face.
"Damn, I meant bring the MDMA." to the known.
All the skating rinks, rinks, rinks.
"Yeah, I know what they say." They look up to me.
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