When I walk alone in the Streets 2011Austrian Cultural Forum, New York
I am a delicate little flower - Sometimes, however, I feel immensely sexual and powerful! In those moments I feel like a men-devouring beast, an oversized tarantula. I blossom in my sexual power! There are also times, however, I feel guilty over my insatiable appetite for the other sex. I yearn for those bygone days when I was an unknown pure and angelic little wallflower daydreaming of happy things.
I am a delicate tender little flower. I am walking the streets singing and all men are slobbering after me. I am singing a happy song. The men, all dressed in white are following me wherever I go. They are shining their bright lights on me. I am soo beautiful and powerful! Every man who comes close to me, will helplessly drown in my giant tooth-breasts - will get devoured! People have told me that behind me, there is a big hand protruding out of my back. They say it’s the hand of desperation, a futile attempt to loosen the grip of time. Perhaps the deeper I dig my nails into the ground the slower the spread of the disease of aging will be. I am sure!