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
i become a screen like always, also, articulating arms to embrace
on&on&absorbed.
know that articulation is telling
for those clearly in pain, be clear.
and I didn't harm her, but the person
who did was untenable, so i played
the screen. watch her project for me.
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