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

she would ignore she would sniff she would kill she would forget

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.

notes on ?-based language

beyond chance and control

MODULE#08 [A STATE OF FLUX]

It is universal capacity Primordial creativity.

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

Atrophy of Fate

Emancipation in Three Poetic Acts

souvenir (words)

Dance Capsule 02

92i Veyron

a body is a host is a webshop

Dance Capsule 03

The feeling that your time Is dwindling

Perineal Visitor (Poem)

Words to be looked at

ENTKUNSTUNG III Preface

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


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