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, March 9, 2016
playing, like a title for wolfff, Wall Street
was just decease. uncurling a $20. bill.
thinking about how much it used to
seem. like I'm home, now I can drop it
on 8 ounces, some fluid intaking. money
was the first game. some counting with tips.
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