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
Friday, April 17, 2015
what a sad little artist statement: strike through
never so ingenuine, super, over-the-top sincere oh, and
my
irony is bleeding, now
need. straight. head. opposite day, for Sacred Grounds
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