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, November 11, 2015
compliments pierce like Pagoda pressure, 5-7-9
None of those things are real, and;;;so, more, worse than assumed.
Seeming paradigm::I can't do any of the things::rights,
mean anything to we.feel.tall.but.impotent.
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