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
Wednesday, April 1, 2015
How desire? Halved supplied, according to instruction. How desire?
A hardy hello, they came to know
Called, in and out, in and out
No staple
Beating. Cut, not dry.
This metric
Is making it worse. Take two.
They're going to eat me alive.
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