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
Wednesday, December 5, 2018
i don't discern a difference between the words your machine generates, Clarissa
and the
words i do.
red birth, white anew
alogorithm of the essential
symbolic culture in dust fields
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