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Paris, France

Assistant Effects and Sound Specialist

when the power of love overcomes the love of power, the world will know peace -Jimi Hendricks It’s that of losing sensory touch, my every emotional synthetic lost beneath this skin. Plastic or that of parchment flesh, feelings no longer flow and flex beneath, the electrical current died mid dance, all is hollow, no outer force relieves my eternal, this faceless numbness, the only emotion that leaves a sting, cinges my cadaver nerves is the flame of frustration, the itch of anger and irritation. I find it much more playful than the spineless dolls of dorment feeling, it’s the only one that gives me a response, the latter are that of loosely tangible lost to that