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
somewhere someone is weeping (it should be them--aren't in this beginning, no one is forgiving)
[application ritual] all collective, fake w grandma, old-me, hold it right there
tech-active, another season, give me a reason
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