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, April 4, 2018
Medium, fuck off
High hopes & all, as soundtracks you could hear
*fuck off, our beloved & gentrified*
the least radical move, the scared mourn their privilege
Smile with a face, stiff & white
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