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
Friday, June 23, 2017
blurry but lit, we are held by it
as fast as you can.future-fear
baby quick.future's near
what is future, but utopia. not-real
go free yourself.
you think you know how crazy i am
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