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
Monday, February 8, 2016
Reproducing your quarter (crises) inching life
the song used to mine my teenage feelings, and what reminds
you of me?
but now, this new person instead, and I hate the music
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