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
Tuesday, December 29, 2015
i think a cat peed on the notes I'm archiving from.
"Colette"
Makes sense?
"Have you ever seen liquid close in/fold in on itself? Enfolded Substances."
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