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
Tuesday, December 14, 2021
Old phone, who dis?
Use their product/content (appropriate Corp bodies) describe wound, dressing.
Massage her IG with riding the bike (bat for Lashes...)
We can no longer exist for the night we can no longer exist outside in preferential contacts or context.
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