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
Wednesday, October 25, 2017
Like who are we? A person with enemies? Superhero. Soap opera.
And, we hate how 6 hour hangs can open month's old wounds,
didn't expect anyone to ever call you
makes with we more pathetic, I guess.
What is real? "Enemy."
Obviously, no. In fact,
spent most (embarrassing) time waiting to be in your presence again, and again, and again, right up until.
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