Rio De Janeiro, 2009 crisis time 6 am deconstruction project of weird science coming up over this empire of ashes and ruin and rust this physical body getting heavier, denser, slower, dying. i crawl out of dreamspace to watch the sunrise coming up over abundent fields of churning waste and obsolete matter. light another cigarette. […]
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The other day I brought Narcisa a set of colored pencils to draw some of her psychedelic visions with. Her otherworldly geometric forms and shapes make crop circles look simplistic. She says she doesn’t know what they mean. One day my friend, Mateus, the spirit medium came over and saw them and when Narcisa asked […]
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