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
Friday, November 28, 2014
Is a Lesson, Is a Game
Make moves, map
Spatial. Identities.
Keep it closer, follow
under tools like ours, get hot, get close
Sign me up, chances.
Topography and bones, all gone
Play me, stayed away
let alone, I feel it in my. Tongues
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