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 23, 2017
without stopping, that is going pretty far for you--the real is suggested
been too denying, eyeing stoned waterfall, you've grown up really crazy.
fatherly presence in a perpetual outdoor, some motif, you are my star, adolescent tragedy and humor, i should have sang you to sleep, beforehand and memorized the day of, you look so beautiful it hurts me slightly, performed as part, that bridge where i will always, began with an affect, i will go there.
overpowering distractions of the social, i have tried so hard for you.
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