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
Saturday, January 19, 2019
file fed & state for free
we just want to party
on a rainy evening, of the last summer
party just for me.
flat face. triangle. one is respected and judged only as a human being.
"human pronoun"
contraband
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