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, October 7, 2017
everyone in the parking lot, come to my slumber party
terrifying for parents, the risk of exploitation
unconditional love and indiscriminate trust.
syndrome radiate joy. momentary at a loss for
words.
It's like a
party!"
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