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, July 23, 2017
technosocial wormholes, hello puberty
amber, there is no way we don't have friends in common.
"these are all the people we have access to right now."
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