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
Friday, November 10, 2017
*wrote you all a text novel because I'm crazy and I'm needy and I miss you and I'm afraid we don't know what's going on in each others lives anymore*
.and this is some trite, growing up, growing apart, growing old shit.
XoXoX
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