15th July 2018 Oh mild mannered commuters, miscreants Of the rush hours: own it. Oh you door Pushers, cut-throat seat grabbers Commuters
24th March 2018 Ventilated data farms for naive electro-sheep is what's in store. Not me, no more. A.I Rain
25th June 2017 Those who die young won't Melt in the rain but bring a million queer Hearts to their grave who die young
28th May 2017 Bodies immaculate for the cyber Punks of yonder; the great ejaculate Consumed the rebel base. Cyber punks of yonder
20th January 2017 Les besoins effervescents de la nuit d'adolescent, coincé dans le lit parental, dans l'HLM paumé de la cité qui brûle Demain dans la rue
16th January 2017 The heart however is a more porous Matter. All that fluid fleshy gurgling Of metronomic proportions aside. Perspectives of a room
28th May 2017 C'est une histoire qui commence, je crois, en 1985, en France, dans une citée mal nommée, un truc du genre 'Belleville' ou 'Saint Joyeux' La mobilette et l'âne gris
