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
Sunday, December 23, 2018
they pull out. a ponytail. it falls all over. and, you remember who they are. again. focus on what is relevant. lavish them with words without trails.
nothing like holiday threats from friends:
when you finally settle, I'm buying your first plant. :to kill, srsly?:
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