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
Monday, September 18, 2017
so sick, of opposite sign, call we horror, even tarot
parallel, but we just stopped thinking about it,
and we are two year anniversary of imposition
seriously, "new opportunities" with no substance
we fair better this week, eat me, all out in dreams to come.
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