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
we are a new love in your cardinal space. complete the harmful information and be done.
what do we say? a waiting game.
trite rhetoric, for your pleasant, your people pleasing, a politeness *a gag*
friends, family, lovers, barely exist.
do you know her? no.
do you know her? no.
do you know them? no, not really.
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