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, March 29, 2015
Friday, March 27, 2015
Netherday, time stamp, cookies, right?
When it was my birthday, I ate the world. When it was my birthday, I laughed at your expense. And, I almost died four times that month, feeling the real threat. So that when it was my birthday.
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Wednesday, March 18, 2015
Sunday, March 15, 2015
playstick, in mud
eyes at we, he is identity, ugh, or so I eyed too, vague, or so we'll have surgeons emote the extra, nom (nom), her face, and, chat room saddens.
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I found this space that no one else wants, and it's right in front of their eyes--shortsighted. "Will you be my bomb shelter?" Answered yes. Was the single most romantic 'thing' a place has ever given me.
Stop lying to/directing Pisces to lives of creative misuse, Astrology...
sad, no need for my attentions,
but, I guess that's only fair
rest your eyes, half of everyone
March, rear-ended another
Those born, understand:
first-time-and-uneventful
a cleaning out life
moving to warmer climates
bailing on this body
but, I guess that's only fair
rest your eyes, half of everyone
March, rear-ended another
Those born, understand:
first-time-and-uneventful
a cleaning out life
moving to warmer climates
bailing on this body
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