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
Saturday, February 7, 2015
Facebook, avoid
Sand in the folds of your body, bent knee, under ass cheek, fish-out-of-water, snow doesn't quite slow the same, but I'm wearing my wings. Floatation devices, like an effing angel, can you see my halo, ATAlien
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