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
Saturday, September 19, 2015
RA is the only me in this varied we
Relational aesthetician, calling all breakers, bleach or Bleed, funny, yes, don't call me camp, maybe, celebration lightens, literally, that glamorized misery porn debaser.
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