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We roar along the rust belts––the great red spot––the polar vortex––the caress of solar flares––ruffle the molten methane and ammonia oceans of me––the storm-riven non-surface of me and mine––that which you call skin––a threadbare term to describe where I stop and others begin––Yann Rousselot
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I've swallowed fish-eyes wholelike an endoscope. I once ate a trout cooked inside a dolphin. Felt like a shark eating another shark, inside the cold-blooded womb of yet another shark.Yann Rousselot
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My love for Neo-Tokyo is a bulbous massof post-human organic circuitry. Cyperpunk is my mother tongue. My love is a man-machine interface gun.Yann Rousselot