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
watch their sad eyes, understand they aren't going to catch me
find out reality (whatever the fuck that is)
and question why we present
how we do (whatever the fuck that means)
to seem as good as we are (whatever the fuck that says)
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