I love my desire, my interplanetary dust I drink from an empty glass and I touch your lust_ I dreamed that you loved me the way you said I should have kissed a hate instead_ Greed is all I have now… onR
“. . . these canisters hold the cremated remains of patients from an American psychiatric hospital. Oddly reminiscent of bullet casings, the canisters are literal gravesites. Reacting with their ash inhabitants, the canisters are now blooming with secondary minerals, articulating new metallic landscapes.” — Geoff Manaugh, Contemporary project by david maisel
Half man, half amazing, motherboards crazy i begin to to see through these robot eyes I have no name, i sin to win and again I am The love child of experimental abortion_ Regards_
