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 26, 2017
loading...its consequences for the present...enjoy the silence
you which holds the same frame
said
you even pretense, I'm really
were
going
to pull
out, I am burdened for
thought
we had an extended period, sorry
a deal
there
I'm going to need a story.
I can't just be myself? No.
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