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
Sunday, January 21, 2018
and it is about time to get a hint, like, if they continually do not invite you to shit...
just never thought we'd be on this side of things,
and,
dear diary,
I'm so glad I'm running away oversees for half a year.
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