What your sleep brings to you.
I would have to understand.
TEXT & PHOTO - THE FEMALE ZOO
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Monday, March 28, 2011
Sunday, March 27, 2011
HOMME FATAL.
She was found-
Like she had been digested through mystery.
She was seen-
Like she had been born- and reborn making love to rebirth.
She was heard-
As if she was the immaculate voice of feeling.
She was felt-
As if opium had turned her into a rose petal dipped in sour milk.
She was tasted-
Like when you use to hold her legs open upon the moonlight.
She was smelt-
As if she had laid her naked hands across the whole city.
She lasted-
As if she sewed herself to you.
TEXT- THE FEMALE ZOO
Friday, March 25, 2011
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
Monday, March 21, 2011
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
FEEL CYCLICALITY.
||TOMORROW EVENING||
||
18:00-21:00
|| Degree Art Gallery ||
12A Vyner Street
London E2 9DG
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Friday, March 11, 2011
HER STAND OF HAIR.
There still might be a moment.
A chance she might know how to protect-
A scent of a secret that might destroy.
Placed among savage caressing-
The exhausted may collapse.
Stay there with her-
For the first time she might not feel the clock.
A woman
ashamed
might not have much hair left-
No time - long enough after
-
She might have hurt him deeply.
TEXT - THE FEMALE ZOO
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