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
Friday, November 10, 2017
evolution simultaneously with three hands
we have two
we made prosthetics too
allegories play nicer, some tooth
we bite with bad man, and
there are 14 points for this body. find we all.
no touch. they think we use our sex. *it's last*
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