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, August 14, 2017
i am an infant, but i'm telling you, i need you to talk to***
The excess of touch We start with a brief the embodied is the ghost of the disembodied
Strange love of hands, hands balancing pronounce: phallic shapes
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