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, January 11, 2016
Bottles and Knee-touching and Agenders for sure
Stopping cold, dead-like, even
finding a stoop for it, e-cigggg
and a broken fob, far, far gone
it sounded when you lit, just like
me
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