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
i feel your many eyerolls
*i'm not known for my intellect*
what do i get?
ever fallen
(without looking)
for someone you
shouldn't have fallen
with? what do i get?
No comments:
Post a Comment