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
smiles across the table. mired in passivity, I won't make much of dinner
okay, I am comforted by knowing
as much as I can see. I was hoping
you could be here. Like bad news.
a well-meaning and pragmatic, yes and no, you are benign
many photos of the shoot, depression from the muscle wall.
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