‘When I was little I used to dream about being a dancer or that I could fly and that I would learn to speak the language of the animals in the forest or that of the most dramatic actor.
With the click of a finger I’ve found a way to make these things come true’ ( Jessica Tremp )
over unto silence
tierra negra
mousse
firewood
pick up the sticks
house of crocked teeh
apocalyptic star troopers
time is the days melting away like butter > gallery
ghostlight
atomic occasion
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