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, October 7, 2013
Meat
Something really, really new, and I'm sparing with it, even when pretending, but that's okay, it follows my age, and I've been thinking of me lately, like that oldness, like that Kate, and her ways, and how she can--everything--and I can--nothing--after all. Only.
Fuck That Mess
All the time.
It was good too
so I will find a little space
to do it again.
But don't wait up all night
we'll erase the morning
It was good too
so I will find a little space
to do it again.
But don't wait up all night
we'll erase the morning
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