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, February 25, 2018
essay on *fear of erasure*
we bold accidentally
we best when we perform
And, they are afraid of erasure
Watching their history revised
Just like US, a dead-data-gone
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