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
Wednesday, July 5, 2017
leave apartment just so that you stop crying--little animal things
be vulnerable with the wrong people
wait for them to contact you. wait some more
don't text the ones you know in some loved
rather, hold out for the people, come person
we have a description, "two-faced" but we can't believe it.
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