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
Thursday, November 29, 2018
it was a coincidence of experience (or a problem statement, too direct, because correctness often resembles the unclear)
no, perhaps a simple fact (audacity to inscribe) ~an identity that history has not yet been discovered~ with no place. so consummate. what, where, for, others who officially did not exist.
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