“...Surround yourself by people who don’t believe in types,
Beautiful angels of gender euphoria
Archangels of nonbinary love
See your body with love for what it is
Not with hate for what it isn’t
And start a revolution of forms and shapes
adorned by multicolored never-ending
"The night emptied me like a fish. It scooped out my bowels. I'm sure when I came in I was feeling something else. A screwdriver through the eye. Then a lifetime of ghostly wandering. There's a myth that says ghosts can only haunt places they've been when they were alive, but that doesn't interest me.
Select your history – select your daydream – select your fantasy.
I'm sure when I came in I was feeling something else. I never thought about eating anybody before. Well, not seriously. Am I really following this dude, looking him straight in the eye as I rub my hand down the metal bar in the metro? Is this me? Am I screaming, or is this just what I sound like?
Have you ever seen yourself on camera? Have you ever seen yourself on camera without being filmed? Has your life ever been interrupted by a burst of static?
When meeting something completely different from you, it's polite to transform beforehand."
I am used to you, reminding me,
what i am,
What i consist of,
What my essence is.
How beautiful, you think
For someone in their flowering of their youth
How much I hated it, you can't imagine.
They hated me,
because they loved me,
They transfigured me into a tragedy,
Poison, i am poison