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 9, 2017
we think sometimes to do bad things, but then we can't, we can't cause hurt...we cause hurt all the time, we can't intentionally cause it, though. like jealousy for one
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