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
Sunday, June 10, 2018
you're a preventable tragedy, no, you are
they looked happy to see me. In company.
they didn't talk, yet again. In company.
Answer: the star.
they think of you often.
[prove it]
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