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, May 24, 2020
I was hoping you would let it go, you did.
found & dead, world. brought back to life. given a chance, life will eventually transform the universe to itself. ------------------------------bc it is unsatisfied------------------------------
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