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
Sunday, October 7, 2018
an ai body of refuge, take this social configuration of mine far away from me
i want your divorced
sentiment, no attention
no force, and a body is a body
it predicates treatment without a stain
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