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
Monday, November 6, 2017
What can we do now, full pre-apocalypse
But, seek unexploitative sex, for once
And, find we, switch seat
In my chair, and tell you stories
Second person, second life in the air
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