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
there are some things you don't appreciate until much, much later...like, being the ugly sister
quietly observe, terror
do not speak until measured, terror
unwittingly happen by their path.
they lay it on you. the terrors
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