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
Saturday, April 29, 2017
studying horoscope, my apologies, theory
we raise our hands for the color red
i want to hustle
on your shoulder
if it's possible to
let the power show
--
you moving states, talking to me
i don't like it easy i don't like it, the
stray weight
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