The Fleece sleeps
La Toison Dort: a contemporary company that surfs on ancient times, an editorial project that evolves in favour of a permanent and diffused scenic form.
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La Toison Dort: a contemporary company that surfs on ancient times, an editorial project that evolves in favour of a permanent and diffused scenic form.
I said what I had to say. I did what I had to do. I don't owe anybody anything. Just the taste is busting my balls.
I had a cat, a dog, a wife, a husband, a spider and yes / I lived in the hair / My ejaculations were irrevocable.
I came back from the land of the people / Centaur of the revolution / I rode all the way around on my own back / Sometimes it's all right
It's too big / It's too big / It's too much everywhere / It's too much all the time / Go get EMETH and touch yourself
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...
Le Cabaret | The vital essence of the stage, an immoderate taste for exhibition, an obscene face-to-face encounter with the audience, immersion in murky waters and delicious spit.
"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.