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
Tuesday, November 27, 2018
fortuitous events, like a mf Jane Austen novel. The body has become too accustomed to these specific social mores.
and, why are we so thirsty?
to form a body between us to fit
.like flesh.
.to inscribe.
with a word for one another, to a space
like any other. readied to cashout on desire.
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