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 1, 2017
i am also embarassed of my search history
and we miss their face, even though we never trusted ourselves
to look at them properly, because we are too careful and closed
*and, we want to
want that other, but that's just not going to happen*
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