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
Friday, May 26, 2017
I am pure, untapped dissatisfaction for you.
They said you must have the smallest,
Most polite strap-on. Highly doubt it,
But certainly hope so. We feel every
thing. *some princess and the pea*
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