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, October 29, 2015
w/eee
Are the last generation to die. Data is soul. New-body-transfer, all-the-time, at least every two years. The predicament of lost souls...born-again...buy-it-again bodies.
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