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
Wednesday, August 28, 2019
we said we were a vaudeville act. for daddy.
please
tell me why my fellow .my fellow.
prof might touch my back
to get an attention, for sure
instead of saying .say my name. .say. .my. .name.
...when i was playing a fatherfucking in-class video game with one of my amazing students!
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