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
Monday, June 19, 2017
something called electric
I am strictly machine,
wonder, plus electric. Call me, repeat.
We give instructions: Call me, repeat.
(Just kidding, talking is fucking awkward too,
in-text we some inside joke, still won't repair)
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