In a darkened vestibule you used your flashlight to find the door handle. I looked out a windowed door at a figure approaching. This wallpapering suits you. And I can see your paintings! You look so beautiful in this light. Their light again. My hands in your canine hair, through all your fights and battles. Everything that happens exists for us to look back on. To become something to look back on, hotly. No mistakes.
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An auditory signal Everyone knows something is not as it appears Perhaps someone What is happening? Where is how you are? Where is who you t...
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Written in collaboration with Amelia Heintzelman and Sacha Vega The lights are on and it doesn’t look very good nor feel particularly nice...
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Everything is everywhere an email a koan a fingernail an iPhone the future a pube some piles or puddles no money great clothes no sleep go...
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