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
the cost of burning man makes me feel better about the cost of artist residencies
even though
we are bowing
down before the
man, the art man
and, whatever, all tactical motivation,
systems come down
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