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
skylab to control, what if you played me? what if you played yourself? full disclosure
deceit, end-of-reading
other poetries that point to self, hold we up
"these drawings perfectly demonstrate the beauty and meaning of life.
how about I make you up as we go?
you are my material.
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