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
Thursday, November 9, 2017
radio silence, a picture of thora birch. hospital sitting
informing people we are unhappy
comes with the expectation of transparency, but
some predisposed understanding, on mass,
"I'd just disappear and they'd never see me again."
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