It's all so fucking wearing The onslaught is unending Day after day I eat, shit, sleep This performance is just for me There is no part that exists that is not all about me There is wonder There is pain Is it equal? Who cares? I wash my body I wash my clothes I tend … Continue reading To be or….
They go outside their front doors at 8pm on a Thursday. I am almost sure that reading this in years to come, no one will believe that it really happened. Like in some future time when they read that we used to have long showers using real water, because there was so much to spare. … Continue reading Like Trained Seals