Running away and roaring
In our world, where everything is a matter of representation, rituals are hidden behind social pettiness. "And good day," says the shopkeeper.
Refusal: the tunnel to be dug to freedom. No forgiveness for guilt in the face of the other's benevolent threat camouflaged as solicitude.
When you create in a National Space, you don't meet the public, you meet the State. No artist can seriously claim to be free of it.
Alone beneath you | Like water damage oozing from my ceiling, the wet hair of your pussy disgusts in oblong beads on my flattened forehead.
