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
Thursday, July 13, 2017
productivity and some quota. I want to know, some falling with certain stops, I wouldn't call it a move. it's more death-defying.
How about there is no care there. That is fine, I guess. Some things don't last forever. Don't start at all. We like it in our mind. Some topical control, and we understand fully. And like the idea of being some scarcely, stand tall common and firm, we know. We aren't here, but we are there for you. Everyone else seems good with breaking. Let them know we stagnant.
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