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
Wednesday, January 4, 2017
Tuesday, January 3, 2017
picture this: we telephone #
*everything in this book is true, but none of it is real*
and, there is no text on this page
and, there is no text on this page
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