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
Wednesday, February 3, 2016
Admittedly I am drunk and high
Just kidding, but now that we have your attention, we admit this:
years chosen for mouth-plays, but in all itching honesty, we wish it weren't 2016.
Give us 2008-or-09, anytime--maybe,babies,were,fresh-and-new,you're,killing,we--still-in-me
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