a hand becomes a blade sharpening
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!
Oststation am Kempelenpark