the heart asks for pleasure first

and above

quelque chose: 23:11

plafond, monologue et CO2

and more

psssssssssssst

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I can’t hear you when you scream

what if I whisper like that

observing dislocation

by the window

regard sans complaisance

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I’m the whore, I’m the mother, I’m the bitch, I’m the nun

it’s unbearable…  all these feelings without make up.

something broken

study of a self I

study of a self II

le sautoir