But the only thing I ever really wanted to say
Was wrong, was wrong, was wrong
Was wrong, was wrong, was wrong
Ongoing dialogue with you about media, performance, ritual. Reflections of you, traces of me, shadows playing in the dark when no one can see.
MANIFESTO OF CROSSED ONTOLOGIES Everybody (and by everybody I don ’ t mean everybody I think I mean one person, and I mean you, in par...
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