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

12 FICTION(S)

Situated Speculations

Of the countless false certainties that roam the world, art does not subscribe any.

Me comí las raíces sin pensarlo, y cuando la nena empezó a abrir, con un cuchillito de madera, la panza del oso, yo ya est aba alucinando suavemente.

Enzyklopädie der Spezies

Like Cézanne’s Apple, I began to see Electronic Music differently when I realized all the possibilities that were in my reach.

In the reality of a room, in which the lover is sitting and staring at the object telephone, images and narrations formed by the forces of fiction interfere.