MARIE AIMEE FATTOUCHE

I am following the lines, flowing through their constraint. Blue as a quest for the path, seeking by what it is not. Red as full potential achievement, a breach instant of creative tension. From err to truth. I want to be on the road again. I want to move, I want to...

I is I don’t know where I belong. I wished I was born in my country, –fruits bursting of sun, birds embracing the synchronicity of divine sounds. I wished I was a wife, I wished I was a mother, I wished I was free, I wished I was divorced, I wished I was an artist,...

Because their skins are bright and well shaved, because their ideology are monetary and no divine, because they defined evil, we need to believe they're hope. Because we put our trust in them for protecting us, because we play with them in the underpowerment of ou...

You are eternal, your flesh has no end or beginning. Alive, — growing, — stretching, from the genitals releasing a breath of pleasure,  to the underground vampire flora, growing — stretching, releasing in a breath of life a shadow for my body.

You look sad – uncomfortable You seems tired – unhealthy What happened You used to raise – proud, Mingled to the wind, Protect me! What happened You used to make me breathe, You are now – suffocating – strangled I don't know how you – do it I don't like, when...

London Sam 24 hours delivery, to bleach the year away Ding ding ticks the logic, it’s time to celebrate Consume self, burn to supreme sensations – forget – focus – celebration? – wishing for Ding ding ticks the logic, expect and repress Just in case it’s the loose end...

I know why he did it. He could not see, the kawaiiness of Selma princess. Now he knows and helps me, he’s here pushing me Bringing me in the struggle to talk about its fight He jumped surrendering to the meaningless Now he sees how proud her father rise her Drowned to...

Too many acute lights, aggressive, flashing, repetition and sound, too many screams, too many laughs and the police car, hurt my ears, hurt my eyes I need a black hole, too many fake colours, no shade, no shape, where is life? I hit the wall, I hit the ceiling, I hit...

let’s say one, – hall of us am the generation of lost, – hopes, taste, future and meaning jogging and binging, dreaming but crying achieving steps, head, facing the wind unconsciously surrendering successfully behaving passionately loving regretting no’ achieving melan...

Looking at the bus’-window like: looking at a screen – the perfect – alienation – of my own – segregation. Just started to meet myself, I have to advertise a branded self, – determination and confidence defined by my personal shape, the curves of my soul, the hips of...

How fast did we forget the pride of raising the slaved skins? How fast will we forget the shame of raising the shaved skins? We create our own despair, electing story-teller elites. Why raising – this illusion of trust, leadership. It is time to mutate as One, the inn...

I have been taught, what I own, — I dispose, what I don't own, — I can't dispose. What if I need to dispose? What if I don't need to dispose? Property gives me the right to freely dispose? The blissful belief of ownership, achievement, satisfaction of dispo...