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
Sunday, December 28, 2014
endurrrr winggg
walking down that
suburban middle
line. street. tar.
listening to cigarette daydreams
back to incoming, face it too
arms swing, hands come
to pyramid. praying for it.
tap the sewer like a ritual. endure this.
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