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, March 12, 2017
was free publicity
My cold heart and hot-mess-soul belong Future-Here-Now, YouareMe, ppl, pay proper tribute, in the spirit of commming, I don't exist without you.
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