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
Friday, July 21, 2017
We do what we want, there is no whole, we record your simple movements.
sick and germinate, standing here holding me, lacking all kindness,
I can't with your strangeness, you are the known stranger too passed.
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