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Potion for a Hearbreak
It's a Sign
Soul Houses
The Breathing Room
Drawing in the Net
The Function of an Imaginary
Lullaby for a Harlot
Frances Wasn't a Saint
Sugar Babies
The Function of a Scream
Dinner of White Desire
Blue Window
Cakes for Unloving Mothers
54
Sleep with Me
Only Time Will Tell
Performance + Installation
Artifacts
Sex, Gender & House Paint GIRLS
Sex, Gender & House Paint BOYS
BIO
Connect
Process
Words
CV
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I fear we are growing increasingly intolerant
to what remains after ecstasy.
Hanging upside down when the sky is falling
doesn't make it any less so, for if a thing loves, it is
infinite, existing,
somewhere,
in between
a laugh and a cry,
inside and outside,
this side and that side
"If a thing loves, it is infinite.”