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
this part of my body doesn't fit my conception of self
as a performance, I have not been speaking to any of you
from that act, during late capitalism, in this body
a video piece that is unfinished
in the corner, some fangs
a pinecone, when i was
bored--off to the side
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