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, September 18, 2015
I almost built a 144ft unsanctioned space within a space to signal a physical impossiblity of liminal in the didactic, but ran out of time.strength
So, I said, "everything is prostitution," instead.
I. Meant. It.
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