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
marry me, my married
we don't fuck with fidelity
we feel safe.
we fail rate. all about control.
we prefer to call it uncompromising. brat.
we are what we are.
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