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
Sunday, September 9, 2018
and, the way the world keeps being in process, keeps in the process of ending...i'll have...you know...
i could...never finish this sentence...again, if i never...really wanted...to...because...what satisfation canst thou have tonight(?)...without...
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