defending body
Artists really do make up a breed of misery that I loathe. Worse still, the art lover: the idiot ends up in a pure state...
Courage is a taboo, and everyone has their own way of convincing themselves that they are not completely devoid of it.
"Please find my wife, but don't call my parents..." Driving the wrong way in search of vehicle collisions, crumpled metal sheets and regain the memory of his atoms.
A couple chained to the piano in the living room awaits the earthquake of his break-up. A couple that we make accidents out of. The earth is populated by its inconsequences.
A few veils to be lifted delicately around your person in case you wish to interfere in the secret of my shootings.
It's not a question of being in good terms with anyone who doesn't want to be, nor of "making society", yuck once and for all! It's about deserving one's supposed brain capacities as an evolved individual. There is a price to be paid for becoming human: not just being.
Details of the manufacture of the turtle costume, shell and mask, which I wished to make to carry out a crossing to the coast of the Generator.
Beauty of a close-up ejaculation. It's one of mine that's slowed down nicely. Pearly dewdrop pearl, a drop of semen comes out of my tight glans
I look askance at those who speak words with exhibitionist ease but never have the simplicity to expose their naked bodies.
A little brutality in this world of poetry. No kidding. You don't really think I want to meet humans, do you? You're not my face. You're not my project.
