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
Tuesday, December 14, 2021
Tried + cried all day in the breakfast
I bought for her last time she was here.so
I could slowly cannibalize her presence and woke up crying. a cold collaborative email.
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