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
Thursday, September 5, 2019
but we left a hand in darkness. we read them--like theory.
I alway knew it would end, bodily.
get ready, social, for this emo rollercoaster.
I said(!) the end was just the beginning of the end.
just. the. idea. of being thirsty (instead of Tired) HELLO WORLD
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