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
Monday, February 4, 2019
about apocalypse and language and how i could...never...end a sentence again...if i never really...wanted to
and, you wouldn't miss this voice, would you...
because it is still in its existence without end...
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