All I had was weed (but what they wanted was flowers)
HD-video, stereo sound
13 min
2023
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EXCERPT FROM THE TEXT
I like the smell of wet ink
even excel sheets i feel it
touch of fingertips lost in their ways
I like to be filled
cold and smooth
into categories that I GIVE
to be shredded
to become your sorted trash
the hider, the keeper
I love to be filled
I need to be filled
And shredded, recycled, repeated
you, you grow into the shapes that I GIVE
you, you grow into the FORMS that I MAKE
structures I GIVE
and don't forget...
the shapes i TAKE inside of you
And the shapes i even ALLOW you to become
I govern your body as a ground