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, September 5, 2019
a simple text. a button. it's not even *real*
I F I N D Y O U [ON MY PERSON]
I find you on my personal computer.
we A S S I G N E D you that intimacy before REQUESTED.
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