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hive mind bleeds
.｡･ﾟﾟ･(＞_＜)･ﾟﾟ･｡.
liquid smoke on my keyboard just like that
it is possible
what is yours here? what is not there or here or anywhere yet .*·。
not sure, just working on my make-up for swimming in the swamp touch its body when the body touches you
madnessss, how does the ssss taste like? still under or beneath never up

rise up. ·⁺͙ ˚*•✩̩͙•̩͙*˚⁺‧⁺͙ ˚*•̩͙✩•̩͙*˚⁺‧⁺͙ ˚*•̩͙ ̩where?

i don‘t want to scream, I am with you feeding myself right here, right now. howling to the moon‘s green haze in the shape of a cat eyeliner
glooming, growing, rolling, smth else? IDK
…..ahhh and then I spit it out, just spit it“. ʚ♡⃛ ɞ

♡ . ˚ . ° . ° . * • ♡ (◌ू •ᴗ•◌ू ❁) ☆ﾟ.*·。

ohh, it is out!

(⼈◕‿◕) and now?

My mouth is dry, but the dryness is my own, only mine, again.

When Judith Butler writes: ,,we are done and undone by each other ,,To a great
extend, others are us,‘‘ It comes to my mind that we are done and undone not only by other living creatures, human or other but also by their autonomous inner worlds – their fantasies. The poem reflects on the sinister feeling of emptiness that came to me when I realised that my fantasies were gone and I even didn’t notice.

music track for the second part of the text: * • ♡ (◌ू • Princess Ketamine – First kiss ◌ू ) ☆ﾟ.*·

I started to search for the moment and I couldn’t recall it but then I realised that it doesn’t matter. The only option was to start dreaming again and becoming the fantasies that I lost on the way. I remembered Donna Harraway and her writing about, becoming with‘ because as we are done and undone by each other our becoming is also not on our own, not separate, but always with someone or something, same as our fantasies. We own them but also share. The exhibition presents autonomous fantasies of the artists of different backgrounds as one shared fantasy and invites you to share yours.