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
Sunday, June 11, 2017
straight up told a human to their face that they were a tarot card
So drunk and therefore blank and open and willing to say whatever they were thinking that we could project anything onto them, gleam whatever we wanted from theirs words.
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