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, August 12, 2017
bubble notes, voluminous letters, a grand dose
i have figured out how to keep all of these, to myself//you're still breathing//not emotional with anyone anymore//2012, how long could that last?//generation, isolation, compulsion//if you are still bleeding, you are a lucky oonnee
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