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
Monday, August 19, 2019
i had no intention of seeing it through
1)and, i wrote us into existence.
what's the joke again (friend?)
2)into any context.
discourse of the hour: our (love)
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