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
Thursday, May 31, 2018
disclose a location that feels like home, for once.
imagine our species has perfected eyeliner.
interstellar space
travel and we are the universe.
trip into a black hole. something from nothing and cannot escape with light.
*enter me, like you entered my mother*
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