at first. a glance. so hard. to stare. but there are things (a retired chatroom) we don't say (we retire to the chatroom) some things are true (oddly, I'm dad) but you know this (we are what we are) we fantasize you love us most (I'm baby) we want to fuck the other 2 (we retired the chatroom) we want to fuck the others 2
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
roleplaying caretaker, wide open reception in the field
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