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, December 28, 2018
i am forest cleaning. there are buried things, of course. i am testing you, a picture of anxiety.
millennial pink,
i sentence lines in the moment
between the dance, and start over again.
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