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

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


Atrophy of Fate

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

notes on ?-based language

a body is a host is a webshop

our bodies: are accessories to zeros and ones

But when happiness is an Event that

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

Emancipation in Three Poetic Acts

Dance Capsule #4

a surface skin with a soft outer tissue.

The feeling that your time Is dwindling


Five Poems

92i Veyron

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.

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

beyond chance and control


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