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
Friday, March 23, 2018
any room {for me} in those jeans?
this party is a look: obvious
this body is too precarious and needy
to be positioned the way we see fit,
so, I'll just take nothing in exchange for it all.
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