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, June 18, 2015
bb emvarassed vy(ing) for that old feelung, that flaw, that reject-possivilty
just a phantom
feeling, lung,, again
qt, no reality
waiting on me, noticing,,
fighting for that facetime
don't's'thinks about it ?
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