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
Monday, August 27, 2018
to lack such command over the English language. to talk to two people at once. if we had the time.
the company we meet. a couple i can no longer divide.
but wait in soul. so deafening! that i could.
heavy
___sky
the unrest too. from white to red! i'll rest my head.
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