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, February 10, 2017
are you in the bad one, I told you wrong, and I liked it, but you told me you didn't write--oh, you were just making fun of me
For if incarnation is the image become flesh,
excarnation is flesh become image.
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