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
Tuesday, July 7, 2015
Some Performance of Selfed
At the very most, we will spend our lives researching for five seconds of your time. You will look with a desire to look elsewhere. Stare blankly when lost. Understand that it is tagged and bagged, and will wish to have become an accountant. A CEO. Power. Can I...attention now? At most, at very most: have pieces in some leaflet accompanying a musician, an actress, a designer, a catalog of events that felt long. A lover.
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