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, November 8, 2017
it was nice to meet you. took years off my nice, nice, nice
back and forth to breed a froth, she said, I saw your piece, there was nothing
to see, and like everyone else, she slept so close to me, but said nothing//
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