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 11, 2017
persevere and get over yourself
*all you can do is think of them,
but you are not calling them*
some pittsburgh shame, stop spying
either you, or this air sign, is
angry or enraged. they are done, honey!
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