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, March 27, 2018
i would read plays aloud to you all night long, dramatic lighting hits my double-sided face, so beautiful it hunts to look at me
I go to town every time you go to work.
Don't deny me.
Leave the lights on.
We've got youth.
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