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, November 17, 2016
I will never begin with disclaimers, New Job, never.
descaling your coffee maker we just wanna see you naked injection site what self-love interrupts: social change (?) hard line, elicits reactions, survival instinct personage-thing, long known interesting some social abuse with correspondence of closeness we are only drunk and alone we've stolen everything, bananafish heavily curate the things allowed and say, you are what you burn for no answer heart-to-heart hater indiscriminate acceptance of proposals let's be honest, it's more of an obligation extended version so humble for you, likes me this profile pic is the right amount of seventeen they look really good a lie's a lie, genius not a jenna, a lilem sometimes we think to self: self, we definition of a palm what's your angle, adrian? facebook privater think about out gaping some days we wish for some apparent and brave deformity would you rather MFkills we don't like that as the last thing I reject being unallowed to be the underdog, hear me?
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