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 14, 2017
Spoiler alert, it was a switchblade.
Airport security and your bag beeps, so tsa is
going through your stuff and you think to yourself, "Tell them that's a
sports bra and not giant underwear," but as they begin to unfold it you
go the other way and say, "That's giant underwear," because it is
funnier. They look down at the object in their gloved hands and don't
laugh.
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