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, January 12, 2016
like undisclosed meetings, and cannibalizing our twin
I made it up: my brain is like a harem dancer, it can mesmerize you. I made it up: Dylan.
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