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
they told me it was just a game, the Other pushes on your diaphragm, it took my Self a half an hour to wake up
we are a fainting thing
and it is just fine, think
about it, it is not enough
thought about it, that stuff
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