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
Thursday, May 31, 2018
we fly under so many radars, you know
which makes us very dangerous
experiential, dangerous
fit on, sip on, slip in
what a weird space, to see you
better, we appear and disappear
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