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
faking own death in about 3 hours.
i said: who do you love? and, are you for sure?
(i wanna lounge w/ you. i do what i gotta do)
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