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
Tuesday, November 14, 2017
Am so f***ing extra, barely wave hi *look me in the eyes*
Or, look away, like you could tell I was staring at a picture of you for like an entire minute today. Zooming in on your little hands. Little, polite hands
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