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
Wednesday, October 25, 2017
(as if that is even a thing) so that I could live with the idea of you
but : think you are right : we aren't cool,
and I don't want
to be alone with you (ever).
not anymore.
not anywhere.
and : there was a time: first-run thought
some getting wet just 10 ft away room full...anyway
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