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, September 22, 2017
a term of endearment: handheld
sweet, sweet, coo, my hand held.
we feel exalted from our inner life, in all handheld, some word like free. in multiples, come find me.
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