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
Tuesday, March 27, 2018
alas the word slipped out
in a text
in a song
in a thing beyond control
your interface is hardly at ease
I want to go once again
I want to come around again
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