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 8, 2017
some dark days we want someone to tell us we have worth instead of always having to tell self, some brainwashing,
but, also, fuck that though.
but, also, it's real...somewhere in there: a couple of delicate people I've destroyed too.
*and that is how you skirt sympathies*
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