OTO fiction | episode 2 | My Room Is A Sink
Desolate cave my room is a sink where infernal animals are constantly swarming, where the masses of the crickets of the subway are striding...
web poetry
All that can happen in terms of creative evolution through the structure of the Web
Desolate cave my room is a sink where infernal animals are constantly swarming, where the masses of the crickets of the subway are striding...
What is going on in OTO's head? Probably nothing, just movements of air and fluids. Contradictory, but never chaos.
OTO is a fictional, even friction character. He's what's going on in his head before he even conceives it.
A new free and raw blog, as a necessary refuge for the written word. A little secret but not stuttering and spontaneously readable for anyone who would like to come there.
2nd book of the Livre Tout | I've been wanting to let a rhizome grow in my building for a long time, but the walls weren't cracked enough yet.
My pornography is the rejoicing space of my excitement and the voluptuous retreat of my tranquility. It is the sunny resort of my thoughts.
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The Web is a plastic material specific to the work of the plastic surgeon. It reproduces the complex interweaving of the flows of thoughts and images that pass through us.
To decry sexual exhibition is to deny the reality of coitus, the most banal of our realities, in favour of an illusion of self, the mother of all violence.
I'm building my tomb, my isolation, my kingdom, my sewer. I'm equipping my fragile Nautilus from the inside to bandage like a kid on the face of the world.