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
the only thing that doesn't exist is the past
ask me about your fast car.
(unpack here)
and, we can finally see what it means to be living.
(some background)
this body is old and working.
i had a feeling i could be someone.
(ever heard of this guy named einstein?)
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