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
JusssKiddds, Cause Bone Thugggs Just Started Playing, and I'm Making Weeks
and my heartbeat is slowing down, and I'm not even "sleeping with Prince Valium" tonight, and I don't miss "my uncle charles" and not my aunt either, because I don't feel like that, and if I'm setting it to full-feel-me, all transparencies, I can't even say I miss, with all that then-love, still-love, sure, maybe, if there isn't some sort of expiration date, which I am almost entirely certain there is, ESP sociopaths anon-y, maybe, and I guess it's all a lie, because super-close-socialized, I can't say it, with names
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