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
Saturday, December 22, 2018
an up-down repetition, fingers sequence: kind of sexy, i guess
we just have to be in-company for your couple to--dissolves pure'n'approachable stabbing at a party pleaser.
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