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
Monday, April 13, 2020
we made us up before invented
isolation is the greatest hug.
9only losers are alone9
e e e
do you feel the tension of my inertia?
hold back a bite. like this man. look.
at us.
look at us now.
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