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
packed real pretty, sad same team
maybe someday evade that 'girl', or at least the 'i',
I'll riot for you, so many, many lates
at night, I'll follow years
packed and petty, a melody, and a Clueless act, tea bagging
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