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, August 19, 2019
a cop held his hand on my open window for 15 minutes to small talk this hostage
Story time, my storyteller, “what you do is fundamentally different than what I do. I write poetry with mind for structure and language, you write with theory.” “I doubt you are writing sestinas.”
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