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
Thursday, March 10, 2016
fb-dec-2015--did this make it here, yet?
She speaks like a proposal, we believe none of it. A possible assignment, removed. Clearly, from a quarter-inch away, but we see too close. The womb is where the warmth is?
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