we are full of unused text: covered in skins, acts of defiance are more rumors than humor

itemized scenes: a schema with color, a color without politic (ghost me)
the words are: digital diaspora, the attempt, the become the artifice--or (socially) die trying
*willing the undead socials to mall out with our jaw down, playing for it*
para.normal, like only a queered body can.
~you :like: me still~`~i'm.possible and waiting~

desire is just boring capital.
and we are all just projection.