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
when the kevin dies at the end
maybe it can live on to perform (in the anonymity of x-&-z)
a thing in (generation) you
i am performing in you, on the other side of this flesh
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