with an inability to comeback
somethings have to disappear
*it's so sweet*
to question the productivity of comfort
gladly break my heart for you, discomfort
*we don't need*
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 8, 2018
what is this next part? something in your dreams
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