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I never been jealous.
I need to know where is my lover.
Not knowing what he’s doing and with whom.
I’m not sure to be the best for my baby, and I know what’s around.
I must believe I can contact him anytime.
Just in case of any emergency…
I won’t die without say goodbye to my destiny: his eyes, where are lived.
Thank God for mobile phones.
Stephen Fox
Phone And Golden Poles
2000
Oil on linen
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Look what it might happen to your cock.
A lovely madam has hung outside, with flowers, the old leg of her husband.
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I feed on London town
The back of King’s Cross nourishes me all the time
A rushed walk through a small passage towards the light
After work smoking a cigar
taking my time
A dog stops
a building is being pulled down
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I just got up. Outside is too bloody sunny: pufters everywhere lounging around and my thyme is still floppy. I’m going to enjoy the flowers not yet open, bought yesterday for the dinner party: an orgy of ready meals from Waitrose, the Queen’s official caterer. Reading Time Out I released. I deserve a shag. Gimme me a dark sauna. And a cigar afterwards.
Hard on, oh yeah, in my dreams. Looking at myself doesn’t work thinking of the stupid bitch from last night makes worst gimme some kamagra now.
Archiviato in: Huge London
Solo un saluto a tutti quelli che s’imbatteranno casualmente in questo mio blog
non più aggiornato da mesi.
Archiviato in: Huge London
Pelo di fica su tela
Dopo Acidula mora di bosco e Mucca tagli@ta cavallino
sto spennelando i primi capitoli di Fagiolino.
Il romanzo che chiuderà la mia trilogia.
In lingua italiana.
Rebecca Horn
Yin and Yang Drawing the Landscape
2004
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Annodate
Le tube al collo…
S.H.O.P.P.I.N.G.
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Londra
Marzo 2008
Mio scatto in digitale a Sumner Street








