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
Friday, June 24, 2022
i am planting little seeds :me: :inside you:
we just keep thinking the same things over & over
this is how we exaltation ourselves of them.
with a inhalation, fume, look for poetry in shelves after
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