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
Wednesday, November 24, 2021
a plant-based tech-meat for your red heat.
to eat, not disparate from our experience. we have a material of conditions. we are a labor forced.
to divorce oneself. the artist, above. is just to eat a delusion. neolib-merit, at my feet, on capital. embarrassing.
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