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
waiting, watching, checking metadata, alone in a colorfield somewhere
and, she cornered me in a bar
and, she talked at me for 30
and, I'm confident in unlikeability
and, I'm telling you just to let go
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