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 16, 2018
you've been forced. you've been forced, aries.
come to a point.
show your work.
servicing a thing, that eases within.
don't need anyone or anything anymore.
again. not quite human. again, it's not all up to you.
*worth it* let me work it *put it down, reverse it*
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