handwash my heart

ATELIER 2056 | E BUILDING | JANUARY - JUNE

green brain woman

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mother, mother, mother, mother

mother,

mother,

(OTHER,)

poem [performed on march 8, with dancer anjaG]

STRONAUT WOMAN

STRONAUT WOMAN
STRONAUT WOMAN
stronaut woman
STRONAUT WOMAN

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WOMAN

asleep time /in my India\ active back up again\ remained active for a long time, until had to make a decision, it was hard to make that decision, had to /woke up\ hoped reality would be over hoped the story would be reality, every morning woke up in story-hope, love-story-hope. the hope was a pain, the story was a dead story, the story couldn’t be lived, in order to live the story would have to have been dead the story was impossible but not without charm. i put love in the story, lots of love & glass, in the story i was being loved, like crazy, loved by the most beautiful & pure person on this planet

stronaut woman

the avoiding, the hiding, is that what you see as ugly in yourself?

THE BODY

WAITS

for love

to give it feeling

WE ARE ALL WOUNDED. EVERYBODY IS UNIQUE

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movies i saw:

SHAME. COSMOPOLIS. A DANGEROUS METHOD. UNE VIE MEILLEURE. MILLENIUM. THE DESCENDANTS. DETACHMENT. HUNGER GAMES. PROMETHEUS. BARBARA. YOUNG ADULT. PARLEZ MOI DE VOUS. MARTHA MARCY MAY MARLENE, IN THE LAND OF BLOOD AND HONEY.