a hand becomes a blade sharpening
Aurilian

I want to become a pleasure machine. Spit, draw, babe, hammer your teeth, gorge my eyes out, keep me till 6am, I love you. Why are my cheeks full of tears? I won’t ever stop bursting out laughter.
I swallow and spit out, a wave crushing on the shore, the cave morphs into liquid into your hands into… a shock!

HAUS WIEN

Oststation am Kempelenpark

Quellenstraße 2A

1100 Wien

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