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, April 26, 2020
dont be sad. pls dont feel hurt. ill holda hand insideyou
pls dont go
we
love u
so
and we
will eat u head-like + whole
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