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
my big mix, kind of got hooked on your finger, sip
something vague: a little opening
go on, intoxicated, i know
it goes on forever and
i'm not curious
don't hang
on us
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