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, May 9, 2017
an old + privateR thing...probs high
Really concerned that no matter what we do we are still ourselves, and
try so hard*all the fucks*more is what's up, not enough, most
unsuccessful please stand up, and you've been traded in too, proximity
kills, go aheads perform for them, and*I really thought I was going to
be something by the time I was 23(or, w/e#)*and I'm at a loss, a loss,
whatever the fuck that means *I smell like I sound*
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