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
Friday, June 8, 2018
Watching the video you sent me.
with an inability to comeback
somethings have to disappear
*it's so sweet*
to question the productivity of comfort
gladly break my heart for you, discomfort
*we don't need*
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