Diary of the Parks J-30
It is, when all that remains to my senses is the fleeting and deep trace like a gash, what I retain of a spectacle... or of a man: the preserved void.
abyss
It is, when all that remains to my senses is the fleeting and deep trace like a gash, what I retain of a spectacle... or of a man: the preserved void.
I will always try to legitimately welcome the confusion of girls who would put their index finger in contact with mine to make light.
For the past twenty years I have been tracing my creative paths, which I now follow, knowing that they border on the abyss.
Between denial and rewards, the ordinary little fascism of parental education could be seen in the expressions on my father's face.
Scam; burning lie! The vigour of the body dominates all the wisdom of the old. The human is only true through the bluff of its characters.
"The Sleeping Fleece" is the story of a childhood that becomes sexualised in an ambient puritanism through a fantastic and absurd quest: to grow up.
"JaZon Pilot 1" is the second solo performance I've done. It inaugurates the upcoming episodes of "The Sleeping Fleece".