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
no longer permanent, ancient carbon, we lost striking results
even warming and atmosphere flow,materials convert some amounts in
centuries, under organic, startling
like fate, always-frozen, come here
below the surface, underlied. not so.
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