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
micro management and I should have quit a year ago
The prof-pool, no matches making, and no fire to work by.
But burning bridges is starting to sound nice. Nicer, and nicer.
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