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
Tuesday, December 23, 2014
i took this poetry class and the professor acted like my poems were the sh...
Cat's pajamas.
I am a poetic genius.
^Hush, hush, I get to be conceited
Because, that's not allowed. Aloud.
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