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I was super inspired watching Kim perform for me daily when making Meteor-i-bite, this was some remnants after a day of watching her being magic.

Writing (2)

Lines of ecstasy, seduction and presence, hooking into my womb-through metal teeth beckoning full authority of my mask face. Calculating clavicles rectifying the space through softness and deliberate attacks without speaking. It, we, us no longer singular. My hair is alive with finely tuned eyes. We look to the other with with anger and unrest. Why have you displaced us for trivial pride in something that os not yours to claim? See my fury through open legs.

Kimberley

Meteor-i-bite

Writing (1)

in this world I am a body and an other that is intertwined, tangled, spread apart and sliced into parts. The black you put on your eyes and it trickles down your face by twilight. The sickly. Shine of metal on your dashboard. Prey to my groundless ascension bigger mammoth mountains tiny obsolete mouse holes under the rickety floor boards. When I breath it is electric and coarse and gets caught in the chest and throat when you try to speak and get away from me. My spine is snake leather. My legs are dust spitting and leaves black chalk marks where i left them.

Kimberley

Meteor-i-bite

>GVG (Meteor-i-bite Day 2)

We have her now. it slips but the connection is strong. Carry us, take us to what is ours. may all who bare witness curdle in their naive spines.

So much pressure, so much tension happening between my muscles & my bones. It tricked me. Enchanting my organs to move along with it. Now I've paid the price. I can not breath, to live I have to surrender. Surrender for their burning embrace. Trickling through my veins. They, an undeniable presence. Ok, you may.

We, ours, together.

It's time.