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 15, 2015
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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.
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