cunting house

always to and through my cunting brother Sean Thomas Woods,

eternally 25.

meet you at 'the house' someday...

everyday

fuck you, love you,

just... what?

miss you 

typewriter

woman falls asleep at typewriter and dreams

church

dog church

Via a collage from last year, god was anagrammatically splashed:



and now, a dog church...

"he died like a dog"read the newspapers

yellow flower and triangulation

pulling and cutting myself out of

dog bites night

dog opens the curtains and dog bites day into the night.

self absorbed

I know you are supposed to be interested in things other than yourself, lord, so as not to drown in your own puddle...but how could i not be infinitely interested in the point where everything meets- me- and enchanted by the vessel which is my mother and her face (my face). oh lord oh lord oh lord transfixed and self absorbed... i love her and so will stay by the water. amen

weeping hierophant

deconstruction of rule 12

church factory

lime light

found meme (relatable content as a femme-incel)

artist in the lime light 

mirrors

temple and its organ

(dissection) 

notes on women in utero

The red women are uniformed in red shadow and indistinguishable from one and other, for the most part, until the moment they do choose to materialize and carve themselves faces with unforgettable features: 


Red woman and her vessel:

Blue women always possess my body in order to manifest themselves- and so it follows I take on the posture of mother. They implore me to go into photo booths and printed there are compasses that are faces. These faces lead me to their bodies dispersed in the environment, which I reconstruct:

Blue woman and her vessel:

2020

In my indecision two thousand and nineteen times i was fucked
And just couldn't decide if i was enjoying myself, or not,
Which would be a perfect opportunity to daydream if my body wasn't squashed
And timing his pleasure

There are better ways to keep the hands busy when daydreaming
How could i possibly lose myself to a stranger?
Well, im just not sure what to do with myself
Last century i’d definitely be frigid, possibly perverse.
And now?

I fake orgasms in the same way a mother soothes a baby
Rocking to sleep in the cradling arms
So love, maybe
Not exactly a lie
As in some parts a man is made from moans
If not made from moans he will be made from cries
And it is less tiring to moan and squeak than to cry

Or, alternatively, neither.
I could just abort this man.
And make a different one all together.
Yes, that will be my next project.

Roll on 2020. 

red spoon

The red vessel landed...

and birthed much mischief...

the blue vessel

The blue one has landed...

surface fishing

Using an older framed collage as base for visual associations, that is, I blue tack scraps onto the glass surface so as to draw out from it new clusters of sense:

fossil me

blue