Everybody needs somebody else to love. Shout it out. Shout it out above from heaven. Shout it out, shout it out above from heaven. Needs somebody to love... needs somebody to love... needs somebody to love. Today, at PARTS, a dance outside the box. Beginning in a trash can, moving through piano tunes of crazy love played by Julien, dancing with a Coca-Cola can and the Bush administration's darling Lay's potato chips, and my own multinational clothing... "made in Bangladesh, Egypt, Mexico, Turkey, Bangladesh,...Bangladesh..." into a naked, multicellular What If: "What if my body's cells leap into becoming empty space?" there is finally a score for becoming myself: Luce Irigaray writes, "Keep on going, without getting out of breath. Your body is not the same today as yesterday, your body remembers. There's no need for you
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