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
"You Are a Sensitive Receptor. Where's the Climax?"
Reading a death longer than life,
stomach-pit, 1:35, no better time,
everybody just wants to play with me. Media mutilate more,
genitalia most of all.
This facsimile of an obscure object of
Duchamp.
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