Your golden hair, Fatemeh! Your greying hair, Masoud!
The regime publishes the ID numbers of the dead. Mohsen Namjoo sets names to chords. Let’s see which archive survives longer.
A Safe Space for Unsafe Ideas
The regime publishes the ID numbers of the dead. Mohsen Namjoo sets names to chords. Let’s see which archive survives longer.
The Rietveld Academy killed this book for being too free. Years later, we resurrected it to prove that institutionalized art deserves a proper funeral. † † †
DROELOE's work turns symbols and rituals into a weapon against your beliefs. He invites you in and then quietly removes the dancefloor.
They dream about her quiet touch. For men, one faith is always enough.
I kissed her back with the hesitation of a broken record, skipping on the same sweet lie. Just one more hit!
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My body starts to burn and tingle. My lungs filled with acid and asbestos...
American nudist exposed her cunt to the perplexed Swiss security guards.
I was cast as Galileo Galilei at age 12. I wanted to be feminine, not an old man with a pillow strapped around me for a belly. But if this was my time to shine, I would shine well...
And there you have it, I hate the display, not of people or shoguns, nor shotguns, but of the simple things which won’t display.