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
Thursday, May 25, 2017
it was the worst, the worst. such miscommunication. i've been all the things in 3 short years
they didn't say it aloud: there is a fine line between desire and disgust
must not think much of me. it always turns out none of them do. i would've given her and him and them anything, they just needed to guess my NAME
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