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
Friday, September 22, 2017
all the days, all the days, we'll make them up. we'll make them up.
1.never know your role--never let on. 2.pretend your art is you. that
thing is not you. *script everything, master rhetoric* 3.pretend to be
performing for a human audience and not machine--sweet overlord, I
choose you. 4.change-make language happen like falling out with Father.
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