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
suck your tolds. scream bang, bang, you shot me down--that song--my baby shot me down...wht's tht thng bt bng t ntns t fck wth?
i want to wash all of your clothes
and warm you when you are cold
and scratch you, you've got an inch
+starring in the barrel of an armed gun, because it's yours+
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