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
Thursday, August 6, 2015
stolen for a--moment with hue--
Wish I had something to sell out, it's that time of life, *fingers crosxsed* for futures, tunnel vision.
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