By the light of my acorn
26 January 2021
By the light of my glans, I travel the length of my stiff cock. Hello penis! My pornography is the charming territory of my exhibition.
FMR Poetry
Female Male Radical
Anonymity of the amateur host
4 January 2020
Behind the computers, the lyrics look absolute. What a beautiful anonymity not to face oneself!
Self-portrait in the shape of a ruin
18 December 2014
I'm testifying from where I am. As a good archaeologist, I create my own ruin. The loneliness of the fields of childhood is not the same as the loneliness of the fields of adulthood.
Defense of the Ulin Mask
8 August 2014
Ladies and gentlemen, following a strike movement by a certain category of a personal nature, we are not in a position to present you with the planned programme. We apologize for the inconvenience.
Denial
25 February 2024
"You think Tim Burton is better than Ed Wood. You think it was Wagner who killed Natalie Wood..." | Déni s'opère | AltéréGo!
Essentially naked
4 September 2018
I look with suspicion at those who utter words with exhibitionist ease but never have the simplicity of exposing their naked bodies.
Exhibition
16 September 2017
To decry sexual exhibition is to deny the reality of coitus, the most banal of our realities, in favour of an illusion of self, mother of all violence.
Infirmity of puppets
22 November 2015
In a society of puppets, it is natural to become puppets. It remains to be able to endow them with singular bodies and adequate heads.
I want to remain a stranger
10 June 2022
Peace sought through the violence of words. Here, a free reading of the text "Je veux rester un étranger" ("I want to remain a stranger").
The animal part
9 September 2017
Moving away from the fear of what we are is a form of refinement of our being. To embrace our animal side is to become human.
The little reason in my meadow
16 June 2021
The texts are the blades of grass and the grasses of my mental meadow. They grow anarchically and intertwine in a tight weave.
The undead of desire
7 November 2017
Even and especially when it is touched by love, the couple is a matter of non-desire. This love becomes a repulsive thing.
My nights in the shelter
5 January 2020
Me, I spend my nights in the shelter. From everything. Sheltered from you, in spite of your suavely mellow voice that's so concerned with radio, hygienic and concerned.
Pastille Opera
23 May 2021
Opéra Pastille is a musical black widow that ingests its audience by liquefying its organs after listening. Christophe Imbs and David Noir compose the mandibles.
Talking to keep quiet
12 October 2017
To remain silent would be a decent way of stifling thought, which will always be the painful expression of an order given to oneself by one's own mental bourgeoisie.
Little gorilla girl
30 August 2023
A little girl, a bit of a gorilla, cares about her elegance and aesthetics. The gore girl remembers her playmates.
Bad defeat for a defeated room
3 January 2020
Why is it that when I walk into a theater, do I want to leave? Why when I randomly open a book, do I look forward to closing it?
Suddenly it was a mess
10 March 2024
Wipe the trail left by your fly. Your love in return should be shat in your mouth.
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