tears to his twisted
the touch
this feeling
how i used–
they speak his name
how it sways with the east
resides in the west
slithers beneath
caresses your brain
smothers your chest
licks your lungs
after you’re already dead
May 2015
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My three piece set featured in Cash Machine, a group exhibit which ran from April 2 to May 2, 2015, at FatherSons in Los Angeles. Presented as a minimalist newsstand, the show featured individual pieces inspired by the theme and formats of classic newsstand goods.
twenty poems/quotes per pack on acetate – inspired by strong, devoted women and masculine, sensitive men
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I need to want and I can’t want if I have it all standing right there in front of me.
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The only difference is now I understand what’s best for me and how to appreciate moments for what they are and what they were.
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I’ve never known an ounce of sanity or where to find this so-called happiness.
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To love, to feel the friction of another with intensity so opaque it makes your knees tremble and quake.
