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
Monday, July 17, 2017
You. You with the lazy mind. Ambitious in your own way.
I am angry for every time you pretended to know we.
*and you think you've been made a spectacle of*
*I don't deal in it--no creation myth*
*only gag self.out with it*
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