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, August 31, 2018
there is an air of rejection in Libra season
And(sick irony)
*dear ram, you’ll feel lit up from the inside, ready to release the past, fully embodied in your truth, and prepared to confront whatever needs confronting. Again, Libra*
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