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, March 7, 2017
their pain is my worry, but not with pains, because that just isn't a thing. that 1:1 ratio isn't based in any reality, ever
we have no clue what you are feeling
even through articulation, that wound could never be worthy in narcissism and
the conception that I knew what was best all along
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