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, November 21, 2016
giant ego lol
At least I wrote like 5 poems in the past 5 hours...if nothing else. And I wrote them myself--mostly. So, please impose hierarchy with labor...it takes hours to humanity-stumble onto the right trigger shit and copy pasties
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