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, June 2, 2014
Don't Look at Me With Tender Eyes, Because I Am a Rejection.Artist
Men standing next to me in darkened rooms.
Looking to their side, all they get are profiles.
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