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
Monday, October 23, 2017
You know the Kevin that dies at the end is just mountain Kevin, right? And then regeneration. But, won't we all miss mountain kevin
So sentimental and readied, for settling down, right there, between yours
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