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 11, 2017
notes on planter. waiting for everyone to die, the phone must
have a surprise & needs image to be the real thing. I wanted your bodies so badly, our life could barely sleep mode.
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