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

Atrophy of Fate

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

Gracias, Capítulo 8-9

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

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.

Instead of accepting speculative endeavours as reflections of the present in the future, enabling diffractive viewpoints within the world can help us engage into a deeper analysis of how speculations can actually come to be.

Jeff Mills

Danke, Kapitel 8-9