Monday, October 19, 2009

item #0075

I can no longer believe in finding what I'm looking for. To the extent that I desire, I have no real experience of other people. I cannot match your obvious fakery; nor can I match your differences. Lonely machines, why do you message me your cuts and pastes? I am all about ideation, actuality and so forth. I can never be yours. I will wait as my own. Dina


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