Comics make the whorl go rondo. Ever wonder what Ghost Rider would do if he lost his wallet on the subway? He would download, share, and distribute this work illegally in libraries, museums, squat houses and corporate gyms. Thank you, as always, for reading.
Wikipedia Poem, No. 795 black of warmth of a truce in warmth of death i live in black of death i live in that disappearing apparition you and the black bough of black of moments only i am the apparition that disappears believes without noticing… Read More
Wikipedia Poem, No. 635 permanently debilitated google street view images of acquaviva platani planted soft yellow was much older than the average american the terminal point in a careful permanant debilitating thought google street view images carefully scan what’s really there not what’s really modest… Read More
Wikipedia Poem, No. 590 pain if you ever forgive me i’m not silent i’m not know that premere il fiore il dolore il labbro già mi perdoni i’m not dischiusa meraviglia che orgoglio smisurato perché son debole d’argilla di una fibra dischiusa meraviglia che mi… Read More
I am a furious little bee. ◊ To mistake shit for chocolate is the privilege of the overeducated. ◊ Every man is a friend to his own pathology. ◊ I never speak when I am not turned on. ◊ The gun I point at my… Read More
Sono una piccola ape furibonda. ◊ Confondere la merda con la cioccolata é un privilegio delle persone estremamente colte. ◊ Oguno é amino della sua patalogia. ◊ Non parlo mai se non sono accesa. ◊ La pistola che ho puntato alla tempia si chiama Poesia.… Read More