The Fleece Sleeps | episode 1 | Famine Pasta Rice
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...
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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...
Permission denied. Your request cannot be granted. Not even once. Denied. Let us override companions. Let us not skimp on our sacrificial efforts.
On the occasion of the creation of the Parques d'attraction, Any Tingay, Anne Dreyfus and I are invited to stay a full night at the Hotel Paradoxe
The sexes, pussies and dicks, are always kneaded with the innocence of their weak culture | It's beautiful that it is like this
The Feces are the evolution of "The Fleece Sleeps" in the sense of the Pokémon series, i.e. a stage evolved to the next degree of the same species.
Nightmares and Iconographic Terrors or The Risks of the Spectator's Life. To emerge victorious implies at least not having fought the wrong fight.
Man-woman, bestial child, woman-child... the palette of identities emerges through the animality and mythologies of our species.
In April 2013 at the Générateur, I invite you to discover this universe, to come and play and to evolve without any limit between being a spectator or an actor.
All episodes of La Toison dort at the Générateur. 15 hours of performance over 3 evenings. A prelude to "Parques d'attraction" created the following year.
Life you lose? | What do you want to do? Shut down the system, reboot? To go straight to the wall, please? You keep this up.