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
this 'poetry', this 'blog' is like your only friend from elementary school-or-your journal from when you were 14, when you still thought you had a soul...does that mean you have a soul now? can we make souls a thing again? do we really want to, trendsetter?
this 'poetry', this 'blog' is like your only friend from elementary school-or-your journal from when you were 14, when you still thought you had a soul...does that mean you have a soul now? can we make souls a thing again? do we really want to, trendsetter?
ReplyDeletethese are little papers, used envelopes, backs of recipe cards, *no pressed flowers between pages*
ReplyDeletewe never have bound papers
we too...impetuous