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
Tuesday, July 17, 2018
able-bodied zombie, unlike you, i don't even have the energy to call on, "traitor"
i want to steal, "i mostly identify as tired," hannah, but
we might
not be there
yet. and, we
mostly seek to
make those who
choose to privilege
this body to wish we'd
never even been born.
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