All forms of friendship, kindness and love are political and radical acts in our current state of being >> >>. this love, extending to all life-forms, everywhere >>
Men constructing buildings to the right of me— An expansive space ((sparse)). The curvature of a town is reflected in glass gaussian clouds over me – grey and glowing like ancient dreams filtered through steamed up glasses — the reflections are sexy, they remind us of the surfaces which mediate our lives — the images are desirable, aesthetically pleasing, send shivers down your spine, make you horny. Everything is pressed against this window, this shopfront, this reflective pool; tits splayed on glass, nipples larger than real life, the hues of not quite morning. Out on the street you are dancing, with eyes resting on the curve of your breasts through cotton – your nipples are visible, its hot, a man tells you to put a bra on- hes been looking at you- your jeans are tight now too everything is too tight– close//near//squeezing//touching//gliding//glimpsing —
Im walking down the street and a man shouts at me to put a bra on, I suppose he can see right through me. I suppose he can seethru me I suppose I am seethru I suppose I am seethru I am seethrough
a marketing executive used his mobile phone to spy on a woman as she undressed because he could not handle the stress of his job.
Afterhours, Nocturnal animals communicate through echoes in this chamber – the nightlife skulks , the depths, the caves, the ocean floor, silky translucent skin showing thin-like-bone-structure. The night is full of opportunities, and a great way to avoid the perils of daytime living.
To navigate in a straight line and escape from their competitors, these nocturnal animals follow the faint path of light of the milky way in the sky above.
All sorts of things come to the surface, under the shadow of darkness, wriggling around like worms in soil.
We are leaking, sticky fluids formed from figs, fragrant like pearls stuck in your teeth. daddy I dance on your shoes, Daddy crawls the night-drunk-partyscene-thebigdog——i am your little sister, i am your sister;;;;;;
my tits are transformed into two halves of a fig bitten down the middle, i am transformed into two halves of a fag bitten down the middle. I’m thinking recently that maybe always feeling a little odd isnt the new normal. Im thinking recently that always feeling a bit out of place isnt just blase’, its the way, like 90s garage picking up my soles, my soul bouncing up and down on the sticky dancefloor tiles, sick, dick, fingered and moulded.
From the gut, the rot, the deep, the core, the camo. The camoflague. make clicks and squeeks that bounce off trees. Hide in the cracks. Echolocating- sending signals to my sisters through the cover of darkness. Folds of skin that look like elegant silk wrapped around u, your body a lightshow, Floating in thick air I find myself enveloped in darkness, a sensory deprivation tank, Taking away my senses
Oily black water lapping ice cold over sordid skin
Somehow, theres a seperation here between the I and the I, the flesh and the core, pacified, I want to touch your eyes I want to see right through you.
—- She protests, exhausted, she wears these outrageous costumes
i am worried because the night is long and all the men are aimless