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
may. unity notes. aren't you afraid of how well we get along? our secrets belong to everybody.
:fear me:
&if you actually think about it,
i'm not <strike>intimating</strike> imitating
i'm the one that gets on with the (actually) intimidating ones.
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