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, September 2, 2017
"my sister, she is an artist, she is special, she is dark."
Holler if you need me.
Do you know who I am?
Said I imagined things...
I know she made a deal.
Why did you choose me?
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