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
you couldn't be there. and you couldn't help them.
it was cold. and, it was old
if i say that there is something there that i can see
would you catch them at all? create sarcasm in light.
it was old. and, it was cold.
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