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
Saturday, June 24, 2017
one night to be confused
we had divine sense to experience a diminishment
devoted to spatial representation to carve into the body
*autoamputation*
one night a magic rush, romanticized society
promise made, technology, we were in love
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