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
Monday, July 6, 2015
20 May, hurry a little
open, hurting, everywhere
because, body-have and we dropping like flies
longing hair, don't care
anything
except
wait, what, why?
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