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, October 11, 2025
we only trust a mirror, like an empath, bc as cameras get better my skin gets worse (we say it again)
i know i know, but a 'girl' can dream of difference.
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