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, August 7, 2015
Faking it w/e Bodies
Candy tops, outside. Eat
Eyes, gleam, clean
Train platform, looking for something. Put it third
leave it all away, seems the same
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