Tuesday, November 23, 2010

EMBARK SPIRITUAL WEST








speaking in unison, unicorns, and unions, unlike our brothers, we are alcoholic bedroom scenes and partially painted walls. the dust creeps symbolic patterns while i sleep, i hear the colours pink and blue. shouting. knives, sharp points, dreams of the edge. into from where else flight affords, download, scan, depth of charitable portions, things are looking a little less bleak.


(DOCUMENTATION #3, SINGLE DAY INSTALLATION)

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