The repetition did not drain my sound however: it converted it to something gradually more familiar: from a song to a foil: to a membrane of my own.

Atrophy of Fate

Some times when I watch the dancefloor I try to tell whether if those that dance are happier than those that talk

Words to be looked at

Emancipation in Three Poetic Acts

It is universal capacity Primordial creativity.

a surface skin with a soft outer tissue.

Radicalism itself may not be revolutionary anymore, but gratuitous.
 As sex in television.


souvenir (words)

Spaces are dancefloors waiting for the drop in order to exist.

notes on ?-based language

beyond chance and control

a body is a host is a webshop

Looking up there would only wreck
 your soft neck I like to bite into when we fuck.

our bodies: are accessories to zeros and ones

Dance Capsule #4

The feeling that your time Is dwindling

ENTKUNSTUNG III Preface

is a dancer, choreographer and performer living and working in New York City.

Maze