Thursday, 24 May 2012

Some of the bones...

The bones.
The conceptual undercurrents.

The deeper sensation and spatial anomalies.

What's empty in this room?

From there springs the thing itself.
There is a Rufus Wainwright song I've
Never heard before playing on the radio.

That cat makes a fella jealous.
Just fuckin' wails it out.

Some new work (incomplete) that will
appear in the first issue of

MeatRobes: An Exploratory Magazine.


You is fun.


But also Serious.

Much love.  

Here are a few of the conceptual bones:

Let me know if any of it touches you.
At all.

In any way.  You beautiful fuckers.

A late addition, found just this morning:

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