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
Saturday, June 13, 2015
choking, stale air, seventeen
Also, I've decided to show my mum where the emojis are on her phone, because she already uses text-speak/acronym/slang that I am (far) too mature for...hilarious, amazing, a-dor-able.
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