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, February 13, 2018
$$$ is no object
and it's like some upsidedown world of self-fuckery to teeter between waiting for them to (fully realized Imposter Syndrome) find out we're a fraud & conversely questioning if we've been selling ourself short this whole time--and maybe when we kept saying we were "awesome" and "the smartest person in the room" we weren't just performing satirical difference (although, deep post-irony, self-esteemed-millenial) but making it true.
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