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keep calm, it’s only tourette’s









lakes, rivers, or the ocean, 2016
       
     
                          
opening up the smallest sternum flower reaching blooming like a stretching feather, a hand in a painting, unfurling, “stretching everything out,” she said, feels so good.  it just feels- the face looking small the teeth looking small, and perfect, calmly like a ghost. mirror neurons- smudge of shimmer on your shoulder which is skin bare always, assuming white, assuming flawless, suck me in, i’ll jump at anything. that lusciousness of just watching. the richness of flatness (everything is nothing)😘 😳
the lusciousness of forming a hold of yourself, of being a whooshing sound towards the computer built only for you, angel......., “i” wouldn’t call you angel because “i” don’t exist here, only the wind of you does. the (word for reflection on water’s surface) does. 

And just as quick as a memory, but more supernatural than a memory because it's a memory of a fictional event, it has a physical pattern swirling left (hair) right (hair neck) swirl left right diagonal up (open shoulder ARM unfurling hand reach breathe) - like an ant crawling off that edge I fall off into mundaneness and come to at that last finger unfurl

so when i watch it i am on you - on the ghost of you (why bother to clarify anymore? reader- you get that this is abstract right?)

maddie (detail), 2016, uv print on vinyl





untitled, 2015, inkjet print on vinyl on cool mist humidifier




















































four seasons, 2014 





the clean, digital skin of justin bieber


(i’m dead writing this story. i’m dead as we speak. i’m dead, i died, we died, dead. my body a puppet of my soul slipping inside the glove of my body sinisterly, as something that had been naturally inside, then left naturally, then the third time again the same substance is there but it’s changed from a liquid to a gas. for instance.)

we know him like a blown up portrait of our own thumbprints… we know the generals and the specifics, but can’t see the thing as a whole as relating to its parts.

like desire to know the shape of our….. cells, or not really our cells but the things smaller than cells, those kidney bean shaped waxy textured (crayony) colored shell pieces. those sequins.  

twirly twirly girly swirly

a peek inside empty eyes




different versions of the same thing







untitled, 2014
UV print on vinyl, humidifier



untitled, 2015
UV print on vinyl, humidifier

Glazey, zoney, and fluttery--
“My three daughters,”
Wood nymphs and Fairies are nostalgic
Nature is nostalgic

There is no God
A little less conversation and a little more touch my body








Dear Morgan,
I have been getting some alarming complaints from the parents of the students in your class about the videos you showed the kids last week. Aliens giving birth and eating the placenta??? There are much better videos you could have shown like Jim Henson making muppets, etc.













trampolines, 2013 - 
a collection of trampolines listed for sale via craigslist




I dreamt we traded cherry chapsticks- the obvious Katy Perry reference but each of us had different brands but they were essentially the same thing. Homoerotic product placement Was there brand loyalty you asked. Just soft lips, I said. I hold your gaze I try to act sexy like Justin Bieber in an interview. You are the interviewer and I am the interviewee. You tilt your head back, I know you’re not faking it though . I don’t care what you say. I notice I write a lot about your body, your positioning. I listen more to body language than you talking yet I hear your voice in my head constantly maybe I have trouble understanding because your voice in my head is so present echoing off these hollow minded walls it’s hard to know the difference between outside and in




jordyn, 2013












pigs sex, 2014



to obliterate:
the limitations of matter
the limitations of money
that crawling feeling, behind your senses

scrooge esque coming of muses,
that instead of illustrating the moral of the story,
they just add to the beauty of it

or if there is a reason, i’m blind to it

distracted by the sparkling lights







experto crede, 2013 (excerpt from 9 min.)





i’ve always been invisible
especially to myself


my blood feels like hot soda
a pink and purple ocean without a planet





studio video, 016
hpnotiq liqueur mist, mini rawhide bone, humidifier, UV print on vinyl








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