Van She

Sydney, Australia

About

A white bag. Pulsing life support. Fashion conscious. Miserable cats, powdered bulls running through my house. Canned laughter. Grey horror. Old lady smiles to no-one, looking backward into the future can always be good thing. Never mention the wine or the hair. It doesnt matter. The fax is running dry. An old man gets beaten to death. Smile your on camera. It doesnt matter anyway. Echos on tape. Lock it away. This is the end. This is the beginning. Remember its your future and remember to dress smart. Virgins are great. Push that man down. It smells like my teenage drama. Just let go.. A lazy pastiche this isnt.
...Everbody is from somebody ... Van She