You can see it, see it, pushing
And you can
read it, read it, pushing
It is messy
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
Wednesday, January 7, 2015
Monday, January 5, 2015
music and people and life--bad Smiths coveralls
Congrats, on that life-thing.
Everything must leave its mark.
Everything must leave its mark.
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