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
Friday, December 16, 2016
I never need until I die
possessed by memory: retreat.
we are all trans parency, on the shout out thing.
hold me never. vegan no touch, but know
I don't care about the "real thing".
I never cared about the "real thing".
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