Atrophy of Fate

beyond chance and control

MODULE#08 [A STATE OF FLUX]

Dance Capsule #4

Dance Capsule 02

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

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

The feeling that your time Is dwindling

Five Poems

It is universal capacity Primordial creativity.

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


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

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.

Dance Capsule 03

a body is a host is a webshop

Perineal Visitor (Poem)

Maze

a surface skin with a soft outer tissue.

our bodies: are accessories to zeros and ones

92i Veyron