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
we are night here . waiting .
but, we don't want anything to happen
we are a manipulation to make our absence form harder.
labor: i am sad
labor: i will just be
labor: i am glad
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