Photo by Alex Barber

This is a performance about the parts of myself I murdered and hid in the attic.
Mostly in my youth, I have tried to quit murdering 
now that I have a little more perspective.  
Heinous acts of self preservation. 
There are things I'd rather ignore when there is a good party happening. 
Unfortunately, even things i have choked the fucking life out of and dragged up three god damn flights of stairs will still interrupt the fucking party. 
I didn't want it to cause a big ruckus. 
Just a few bodies hanging in a corner. 
But it drew a big crowd.
I can't blame them. 
It turns out dead bodies often attract more attention than living ones. 

photo by Jonatan Lopez