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
Thursday, April 16, 2015
Self-perpetuating Protheses (since 5yo, jealous?)
Mouth of the South. Speak no Evil.
And living up to the name, one earnest, one ironic,
But, love me like my mom does, thanks.
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