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
Wednesday, June 21, 2017
A thing called flatter theory.
and I read it all the way throughenjoy the ego
tripping--embarrassed,
hearing words, like far away and sinking, without
you three-zero, nine, nine
coming often to machines and thinking will they
leave? like in a day or two,
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