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, February 28, 2017
Sometimes you gotta tell a mister, "You don't known me."
Hey,
MR, don't presume to know we!
And, thought you'd notice better than
most
that we like the taste of blood. For with vegans.
*surprise, surprise*
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