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, July 21, 2017
some of them are lies. embodied lies, i'm feeling different
change my mind
is it gone? i'm feeling different
all that, fine. wasted. i wish i was a little
more delicate. and i would smile. smile?
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