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
Wednesday, August 12, 2015
shit-death, growing
Would see,
see. Far or near.
There's time later,
shit death is growing.
Did a job on,
Facebook crush.
LA month, every failed
Wow
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