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 5, 2016
9 tiles, white between, picture of a ghost
missing that psychotic studio time,
dopplergangbang, and we all know I self-cannibalized Katie years ago,
and now steep live mannequin, we.
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