I serve you frost-
bitten nipples
on a bed of ice,
for you to consume reject
cast off.
I serve
you skinless love
handover passion to feast on
at night, as the day
blossoms forth in a lily of blood.
I serve
you, unmerciful
demiurge, dumb body
to dismember in bestial
love.
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New free download
My 2007 documentary blog on my woes on the social web is now available for download in pdf. Check it out!
About the site
freewheelin.nu is a site where e-lit, installations, digital art, blogs and other texts are linked in a hyperdimensional space of underpasses, highways, rivers, bridges, tunnels that intersect in the art project Plastic Spaces whenever possible.
And there is more. Image music text and technology intertwined in digital art and textual [dis]pleasures - in the erratic vibrancy, evanescence and intangibility of the text/work - that interfaces with the erotic body [electrified].
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They think I’m a witch ’cause I’m too intelligent to be a fool.
