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
nothing's gonna happen--well this is confession time--i know where i belong.
semi-fictional
aren't we all
main
point:
stabbed my ex-stepdad
in the leg, with a pen--she's so high above me
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