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 1, 2017
they take our automatically animated articulation
as a threat, some hungry for once,
eat the world and vomit it back up
//tell them that is my statement
forever thinking something we
cannot say, some visuals lie and
//shhh, everything we say is something. else
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