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
Thursday, December 14, 2017
uncommonly in-personal, real time, and aural exit
h + j were describing their perfect strip clubs,
and we asked for sex palace, it was time for
mine: touching knees in low light, shining eyes,
masterful conversation with sharp intellect,
some wit to cut with. daring someone to challenge me.
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