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

Once the fiction is created, it is convenient to test it in time and space; that is the task of an artist.

12 FICTION(S)

Jeff Mills

Enzyklopädie der Spezies

„Ja ...“ Es gab eine erneute Stille und danach fragte Nínive, in einem dummen Ton: „Und wäre ich dann Königin?“

Gracias, Capítulo 8-9

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

Gab es hier ein Tabu?

Atrophy of Fate