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
when I see myself edging 1500, I think about double
next year, and I think, no hardship,
piece of cake. I don't sleep for you.
anybody coming with me
needs to love my disrupts
but, I just don't know with
.u.
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