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
will i never see your face again? migrate
my aggregate mail, is only ~e~
these days, we never dance
nor sing, we can't feel, and we
are just hoping that it's real this time.
references are for recommendation letters they'd rather write for undergrads
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