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
Tuesday, December 13, 2016
AGAIN+STILL
I just figured if the world was gonna end we could make-out, or at least
hold hands, jobs. But, whatever. Right. Makes it out with no sense.
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