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
Friday, November 9, 2018
we are hung with a necessary express delivery
The body expanded. Without the boundaries of sex predicated on a system of domination and submission, a capital of control. The body that reproduces like a hydra. Limbs multiply. *ahem*
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