Wednesday

warm-up. strike 1.


this is the beginning, the beginning of a movement...

a trickle of a tickle down my very spine,

with a lick and kick on my very skin;

I can taste the power on my very lips.


In the next few months we will be gathering arms, legs, hands, ears, eyes and toes for a zine like you've never seen.

We want poetry, music, art, photography & love.

We will be gazing at everyone and anyone's navels. Can we gaze at yours?

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