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
i saw it on their desk. they kept it (!) i mean, it was in a stack of papers. oh;(
if we weren't you. we were against you.
//no more i love yous
put your seat belt. you put on your seat belt.
//desire. despair. desire. despair.
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