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, January 10, 2018
a genuine aspect of the screen, call sequence
birth exists in rhetorical pasts. as death is a future we hold in clouded tomes.
seems easy to bleed. to point to something more in threes.
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