a project of skill-less and dead-author labor turned dead-text turned dead-reader, love
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Tuesday, June 27, 2017
We just have to go to one house party to feel like dead-world-what-is-the=point
When someone tells me how much they make a year within the first 10
minutes of meeting them, their instincts are right, I'm totally thinking
"What a valuable person, who is super capable of engaging in the
conversations at hand."
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