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
Monday, May 22, 2017
I write thousands of poems, I hate you
We past-perfect
anthropophobia,
questionable-virgin,
superlative struggle w men
in power, unsuring ace spectrum
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