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
you're too simple in the head, there are days you feel nothing at all (?)
all my
failures
are clean, at least one day,
we'll have that--fall apart.
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