for the whole world to see
My sister and I take garbage and try to make it beautiful.
according to the National Geographic (1985) the cocaine demand goes up towards Christmas/New Years- if that’s not something to look forward to . . .
loneliness, an existential fear; to be separated from all other humans and social stimulations . . .
we’ve searched through the Internetz, kept our eyes close to the ground and couldn’t find a trend – we, the trend-setters . . .
inspired by Americas triumphal elections, I did some thinking about (Mc)Donald(Trump), aliens, flying, borders . . .
Welcome to the parallel universe inside youself, the place you go when your mind goes mad.
about two years ago I started taking photos of April yawning . . .
A poem about deterioration and the beauty of saturation. A poem about domestic creatures.
sweat dirt blood rain tears mud sexy sex shotgun tarp tape tent dogs trees woods bears fire love despair shovel and a bag . . .
Last week I went to America with the intention of driving down to Baton Rouge, Louisiana, so that I might witness Donald Trump in concert.