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
the loser has to fall, why should I complain?
it's 4am, so
any song
the word '*'belong'*'
kill we. kill we, tracy chapman
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