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, July 6, 2018
a comforter is a kind of life.
describe incels to your mom.
feel guilty for using binaries.
explain how certain bodies are
conditions to exert pain inward] & [outward
understand that you've explained nothing,
because she already knows, in practice.
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