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
Saturday, July 15, 2017
we were meant to be a gutter punk, but we too uptight
Institutions give me such great anxiety that I cannot see anyone beyond my own nose.
*transparent magic*
*fill we now*
*blinders*
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