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
Tuesday, August 22, 2017
the capacity of each individual component loses itself to a larger sense of uselessness
and e-waste.
trashy, they called me. but not, really easy to tie to them tonight, and after always without we.
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