feelings with no name

reflecting on Paper-Girl-Chain by Bagenzo + Fotocopiadora, and a time in life it reminded me of. pasting together collage bits of ancient masterpieces into landscapes of incomprehensible scale, scanned into a computer and expanded on a background of template colours. walk around this space made from bedroom obsession and a young kid’s collection of artbooks from […]

boghouse/glasshouse 1995

ancient areas of the region were made of clear glass now. you would look through it at the thick gas bubbles of green. it was quite beautiful. the glass grew from the glass, made walls. corners. corners of a building make angles. angles of a glass room. the glass is milky with the air and […]

necroevolution

a: burned up the photos lol b: lol fair enough. makes sense i haven’t got any of my last relationship except on my phone. idk why i keep them a: just were making me sad. she had this instant camera thing anyway it’s done now sooo I’m just gonna like, fuck around or whatever. b: […]

boneache county and the things we do there

boneache county your contour is on my brain. i know you like i know xirei, like i knew the feeling of being watched by your guards, like i know how to pull off the quickest run of reality drive 707deviljoin.

missing video 3

lost pictures of the words you said light that ringed lips as they repeated over and over something like early warning system and the dirty dog face dead noise inside the gearbox each shifting pitch variations on it dirty warning system repeat the second of footage where your lips make those shapes dirty warning death […]

OMG is that a Dead Body?

i get home from the funeral and try to play the last chapter of Dead Space Remake (2023). i fall asleep and wake up the console having timed itself out

the position of bodies/crisis arcadia devnotes 1

“that sense of expression was something i got from posing these characters like puppets. i designed them like puppets though there’s no definite in my mind as to whether they’re mechanical or biological or both. they just are, vessels for expression.”

poem. name forgetter sitting idle thinks.

sunburnt forearms from a week ago i think i can’t remember when, or what your name is if i look back through some lens of true vision I’m sure I’ll see you whoever you are. can you not remember me and my name too, nor my face when sitting near me. have you forgotten everything […]

eat the body of the person next to you

kid covers their eye with a hand, closes it shut, pretends that in their hand is the eye. puts the eye in their mouth. swallows it.

poem: angel/freak/bloodbather

freak your heart betrays you angelfish is walking the sour grapes inside the mouth are popping and soiling thousands of years of granite carving make a funny face call yourself electric esteemed arrested by the erotic power of the motion birthed wrapped up in egg white curled on the pupil of an eye like a […]