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, August 12, 2017
*obviously someone with something to hide, everything to hide*
now, i am feeling different
air, young, different
total picture
*cheats*
backslash
*delicate*
arrow up, down, smile
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