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
She went dark. I sent something. "offline" soon 5 hours (obviously)
She made a memory of my car, the most home URL
A domain she could prefigure. Why couldn't I love her?
My Summer Romance for May December happened we happened in 6 locations 10 if you exclude her include me
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