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, December 13, 2018
terrified that someday i will receive a check in the mail, some death and inheritance from someone I never wanted to know
we steal a lot of script,
learn by ripping. something.
try to put us back together, bleed into paper.
and we know: it's pretty easy to make room.
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