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
about waste.
poetry. apps. backpacks.
[tonight]
we are sprung.
but (!) we aren't in trouble.
we hold all the cards...
an equitable number of cards.
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