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
angry side of them. (cutting knife) we found all entire dreams
we never wunderkind-ed enough
golden yellow, small metal ring around
(is so twee)
so I wouldn't forget me while I'm gone.
(fine, do. it's healthy)
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