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
mostly, always scared that as soon as they eat you, they take all your powers
This time, not even necessary. We stayed wholed, but not.
I just need a second, unhalved. Psychic vampire, we gave freely.
Cannibal
Corpse
Find me giving all the fucks, and.filtering self-serving w/o rejection.
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