SPAM

                Dust we can’t quite catch

                you know i don’t care if you bleed

                Threw up on the I-95/ Trans Computations

               i am at the carnage of all things up the spout

                The Reckoning Was A Seam

                Nabubuhay Ako Dahil Sayo/ I Live Because of You

                Para Kay Felicissima / For Felicissima

                Untitled

                Victims of the War on Drugs

                Absurd Messengers

                A CIRCLE IS A BOY ; I WOULD LIKE AN IMAGE THAT REFUSES
                TO BE CORNERED
           
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you know i don’t care if you bleed
2024

mattress foam, barbed wire, rust water, rope, string, wires, latex tube, plastic tube, down spout gutter, wooden shavings, broken heat lamp, packing peanuts, nylon stockings, spiky tree seeds, testosterone bottles and radios.

you know i don’t care if you bleed is an effort to de-romanicise sex– devoid of purity and neat alignment to the heterosexual world. The materials I used in this piece all behave in accordance to the themes I was thinking about at the time : unfettered transexual desire, secretion, leakage, and queering systems (sex is the system in this case) of input + output.

I also pay homage to Leo Bersani's seminal work  “Is the Rectum a Grave?” and Julia Kristeva's words on rupture/ rapture for helping me find words for this experiment.