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
Saturday, February 6, 2016
positioning a self-make-moment
We didn't know we'd make art together then, but we watched Girl
separately, so that one day we could, in unison, say, "Fuck me."
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