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, August 25, 2017
falling on those keys, i hope you find a read
to understand my hardness, you must understand my mother's softness;
to seek my performed pettiness, you have to see her as the "better man"
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