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
Saturday, July 22, 2017
repurpose of reality, smile no suggestion, wait for it
i won't bite if you sit real still
i can heal again, human garbage
sometimes i hear my voice and it's
them. defending some busted blogger
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