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
Sunday, September 1, 2019
would sell se if we had it, brainiac.
it's a .rough ride. to think of you
you the debt of difference
make a living
[between panic attacks in your studio]
second bedroom: office
bedroom: sleeping bag, your car
yet, we say, we say it again, full-farce sarcasm: vacay-for-pay!
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