in the melee of this post-ideological political worl' i feel a desperate urge to leap to my captive feet and proclaim - i am solanas! i think it's the only logical response.
es! sea! you! em!
we are cut up, cannibalised, rehashed as mess/ages from (m)other worl's. we the matter. we the media.
andy's dead but we didn't kill him.
in two glass cabinets, a perfectly separated hirst in formaldehyde, you can walk between him, profoundly.
i am solanas!
About Me
- B23
- born of the tension between the paralysis of fear and the radical need to act. an exercise in failure. the word is a redundant tool.
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