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
it didn't leave the apartment until 8:30, and I'm only on ch 6.
alter specific and limited sections.
she said every world is a screen today.
i hardly exert it. that is the *fresh* take.
~moth likes a flame~i'm on fire
*that's the way*goes*
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