create a circuit by which to replicate a spectator & eat it.
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, November 22, 2020
we are a defunct thing awaiting revival. Pirate my Private.
We'll be the passenger
my flesh is your flesh
remixed. ripped . from a body
cut+paste for ease.
a cult value to reproduce
a system like ours.
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