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
Tuesday, January 23, 2018
out of sight, out of mind--not always, but out of first-hand sight, out of feeling of closeness related to physical proximity--makes me mutate your flat image into a villian who is ruining my fucking life, so
i have to watch ppls horoscope to remember they are humans and as vulnerable and strong and complicated with simple needs to be able to forgive and root for their success and life-happiness
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