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, October 7, 2018
our bots could write me poetry if you didn't have the time
and i could 't them wholy
a finger to a screen, a crash
into...when i know you
don't have the capacity
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