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
Saturday, October 11, 2025
An interrogation of language
can spare me,
can speak on a 'natural' 'god' 'body'
like the patriarchy should not be compelled to participate in[sic] yours.
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