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'Süchtig nach Modeschmuck' by Nico Ihlein at Schiefe Zähne, Berlin

today was a day in a room. Again, he didn’t know, he recognized his face .. he lost his mo- ther completely when he was 2, he was sure that was the reason there was still this person lying in the bed , or mostly on the couch in the afternoon. The same face but no response. Turning around. the protection he gave her in their fights made him feel good, the big strong dad and his poor small mom. He could always fight him and save her later it turned out she could also fight him when he went and did see other friends and people. He often thought the wrong things of her. The attention came to the price of no own live or sphere, taking out his penis to show his insect bites at the garden party of his aunt, attacked his friend Ute that was picking him up for a night out, she came running with full force onto her car after him and trying to open the door , kicking against it. Ute just accelerated the car and they made a smooth escape. Sometimes when he watches reality television he had a sense that this person he had lost at 2 did look at him, he was convinced and agitated; re- membering, seeing his mother looking at him in another body, looking at him saying things in the show but speaking silently 

there is always Dr. Holiday ”So, want to tell me what Happened out there today?”
G.rex ”Just another stunning Victory. Saved a lot of people, you know. Maybe I deserve some sort of reward, say dinner, movie? Mmph!“
 Dr.Holidays “I‘m talking about the 90% negative spike in your bioenergy. Have an explana- tion for that?“

G.Rex “ My bios spike every time I see you doctor“
turns into goes into a room, closes the door behind him, puts his plastic cup on the white plastic table. The milk from the coffee hits him. there are a few softporn magazines on the table. It‘s blue linoleum, black metal legs, radical comes through under the door. he takes his hand and puts it in his pants from above, half lying on his chair.
 he just can‘t imagine it. I am always here for you . you are the best thing that ever happe- ned to me. I want to be with only . please don’t leave me for the world. I need you. He is hurt and will be me again. Ah you are just like him his own blood, you have to abandon, better destroy him, he wants to hurt me. If you leave it kills me. If you leave I will hunt you down.

is as well he really liked the look of his smooth body looking down at his skinny chest , flat belly and circumcised well proportioned penis , a David like statue in that pink brown sun parched wasteland with all that creative ideas underground, he didn‘t like his backside stretch marks on ass and above hair and hairy moles, he was worried that the others could see other things of him, always approaching frontal wishing the forget about his backside, seeing him like a hologram disappearing as he turns away

18.3.22 — 23.4.22

Schiefe Zähne

'ABSINTHE', Group Show Curated by PLAGUE at Smena, Kazan

'Pupila' by Elizabeth Burmann Littin at Two seven two gallery, Toronto

'Auxiliary Lights' by Kai Philip Trausenegger at Bildraum 07, Vienna

'Inferno' by Matthew Tully Dugan at Lomex, New York

'Зamok', Off-Site Group Project at dentistry Dr. Blumkin, Moscow

'Dog, No Leash', Group Show at Spazio Orr, Brescia

'Syllables in Heart' by Thomas Bremerstent at Salgshallen, Oslo

'Out-of-place artifact', Off-Site Project by Artem Briukhov in Birsk Fortress, Bi

'Gardening' by Daniel Drabek at Toni Areal, Zurich

'HALF TRUTHS', Group Show at Hackney Road, E2 8ET, London

'Unknown Unknowns' by Christian Roncea at West End, The Hague

'Thinking About Things That Are Thinking' by Nicolás Lamas at Meessen De Clercq,

‘Funny / Sad’, Group Show by Ian Bruner, Don Elektro & Halo, curated by Rhizome P

'Don’t Die', Group Show at No Gallery, New York

'Almost Begin' by Bronson Smillie at Afternoon Projects, Vancouver

'I'll Carry Your Heart's Gray Wing with a Trembling Hand to My Old Age', Group Sh

'hapy like a fly' by Clément Courgeon at Colette Mariana, Barcelona

'Fear of the Dark' by Jack Evans at Soup, London

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