i play

                            you play
   
                            we play a squiggly game





to walk in a neatly paved

but heavily trembling world


a eulogy for the lost

and the living









rite of passage

please, allow me to peel off these

layers of ferociously treated but

carefully preserved covering


the fountain’s excrete




kilotheek — solo


        

   omhelzingen van ongemak




the back will likely be unsure at first



                          

                                    various works

                   

                
                      deep romantic burgundy red






a vague sense of eroticism






your edges gentle-sharp and strange

this is the ever unfinished,

ever creating body






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