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
Monday, November 9, 2015
that time I randomly saw Eyebrows at a museum, norm-call, at least sixty cities away, some thousand miles, older, the MFA to my BA, Legs said "fuck em, pleeasse, for me, for all of us..."
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