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
Wednesday, March 21, 2018
Tell me about the Blood
Super. Super.
A simulation
Of when+where
You hold we dear
Fully informed container
Data that we process readily
Hold me hunger, young build
Know that longer times are needed
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