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
Sunday, February 12, 2017
the one is an idea
get nervous Just being Words are
indecision
And get
Obvious^ but so
casual------------some songs ~call you better
<fuck> don't lay a hand on we
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