start

City streets and peeing stalls,
those are what you smell,
poopy slips that no one wants,
instead of sweetest caramel.

It's race,sex,faith and government.
instead of sweetest caramel.

the body must be challenged.
for the welfare of the soul.
that is what you smell.

You want to "please" the dictionary
with powers - pure, sweet and endearing.
why do liars have such magic?

City streets and peeing stalls,
those are what you smell,
poopy slips that no one wants,
instead of sweetest caramel.

The Body Builder
Flex it, my tender soul, flex it. Flex it (off) Flex it, your muscle sore, flex it
Flex it (off)

Imma Arnold my pecs. Schwarzeneggerian flex. aint ever been a Nicole. but ive a hella lotta Bass
**bass drop**
Imma Ronnie my calves the Coleman dont do no halves they call me Nikki cuz im Fuller with muscle mass in my Armstrong

Flex it, my tender soul, flex it Flex it (off)
Flex it, your muscle sore, flex it Flex it (off)

Sir Cluesia

If someone wants to suck your toes,
Those toes are worth sucking
If someone wants to suck a finger
those fingers are worth sucking?
The empty streets suck your fullness.
An empty road will take your emptiness
Porn wants to suck you up.
If you are inhaled...
You are operated by social engineering

Late-X
Late, later, late-x
Check your pocket watch
cause I'm gonna break it

Why are you so late?
Eve of noon
December to June
What are my best practices during flight?

Why are you so slow
Surprised the first day and avoided it
It takes a lot of thought and body
to provide balance.

I like chronological success.
Welcome to the first banana,
I print it and you smoke a condom

The Glossary

Star Sign
Ophiuchus

Motto
„Time does not exist.“

Description
The Glossary is a weirdo. They always walk around with a knowing smirk, no matter the context. They elegantly move in between disciplines, are
a listening participant in discussions, but their presence is felt by their erotically fecal perfume of castor, rose oxide, musk and ambergris. They
take notes and archive social situations without the participants knowing. They are working independently on a practice that combines music
producing and perfumery, leaving out no occasion to criticise mainstream and to praise shitty music and contaminating cosmetics. They collect
songs on self-made albums called “Beauty Salon”. Sometimes they are so occupied with matters of translation and simultaneous disrespect but
also fascination for the source that they enter a state of immobile meditation. The Glossary is constantly occupied with archiving and thinking
about organising documents, regularly putting their interlocutors in weird situations of non-responsiveness and seemingly mental absence. Due
to this, they often spontaneously approach people out of the blue, continuing conversations that were not finished, thus further alienating their
opposite.

Mud

Star Sign
Virgo

Motto
[Plays instead the song of X-Tina “Dirrty!” and moves in the original choreo]

Description
Mud is a mud(dled) Virgo who struggles with their own sign. They were supposed to be compulsive cleaning freaks but love it DIRRRRRRRTY.
Mud is known as the DIRRRRRRTY Amazon deliverrrrrry boy. Instead of ringing the dorrrrbell Mud loves to proclaim in front of the door step:
„DIRRRRRRTY deliverrrrrry“. Mud is completely obsessed with material, so they always see everything through the lense of viscosity, liquidity,
stickiness and will refer to it at any point. Mud loves giving presents to people but thinks of it as contagion through distribution. They are of the

deep-in-the-system anti-system kind, their politics deeply anti-capitalist. Because of this, they love philosophising on how to muddy up distribu-
tion and is secretly planning a workers’ revolt in the Amazon distribution centre. At night they waging a fight against the cis-het-regime of Paco

Rabanne‘s „One Million“. Mud likes to mark his terrrrritory with their rhymes and wet pronunciation. Other interventions as a form of lifestyle are
walking past cafés and spitting in people‘s beverages, and tearing the fancy clothes of people just to shout at them that “fashion is muurrderrrr”.

Glownorrhea

Star Sign
Aries

Motto
„The million dollar question is „Are you getting: a) The T b) The D c) The STD“

Description
Glownorrhea, Norris for the good gossips, is a subversive Aries. This is because instead of having their head up her ass, they have their ass on

their face. In this way, instead of being a loud-mouth Aries, they are a loud-ass-crack kind of bitch. They are the presenter of the late-night quiz-
show Who got the T tonight?, a show they got after becoming infamous for spreading STDs around the Barcelona post-porn scene. Their ass-
crack is so loud, they are being censored all the time, their monologues sometimes becoming a prolonged beep because of it. Production insists

in censoring their ass-face, always covering it with a huge amount of face maquillage to allow for a facial leap of faith. They always fashion a

slime green wig which agitatedly swerves from side to side when they give T/D (STD). As would be expected, their hobby, aside from UNCON-
TROLLABLY DANCING (with aberrantly lewd moves), is sleeping with everyone in the gang so as to democratically distribute the Glowns, as

they are highly dedicated to the Communist project. Because of that, they also have a very contagious laughter. Glownorrhea is a true drama
queen, and like fainting out of sheer excitement. Every time they hear music they like, out of a purely forceful and desperate effort of their ears
to circlude and forever contain whatever new sound, they melt into the floor by becoming this gooey, slimy substance, which their friends always
have to collect to take them to places.

The Body Builder

Star Sign
Cancer

Motto
„A muscle you can‘t control is a muscle you don‘t have.“

Description
The Body Builder always has well-oiled skin, which is why you see them often rubbing a bit of jojoba on one of their more prominent muscles,

while doing something else. Highly emotionally vulnerable and sensitive, with a soft voice and never to be heard in exceeding volume, they ne-
vertheless get many glances and stares. The Body Builder is a person who has a great sensibility for how people are perceived, because they

themselves know very well what it means to be someone but to seem like someone else. In a self-ironic gestural moment of generosity, they all-
owed themselves to follow and combine two of their obsessions: spray tan and crisps. They are now looking for millenial entrepreneurs to invest

in their Cheeto Crumb Spray Tan. The Body Builder is an ardent reader and has a high sensibility for words. They also have a great knowledge of

the stars and have developed a somatic practice to use their body building skills to shapeshift into other bodies and to discover radical embodi-
ment.

Sir Cluesia

Star Sign
Taurus

Motto
„How close is too close?“

Description

Sir Cluesia is a Black Hole that identifies as a w*****O*****man. A classic Taurus case, Sir Clusia loves ingesting and engulfing, which has gi-
ven her the circlusic stage name. One should not be fooled by her name, as Sir Clusia doesn‘t have a CLUE of what is going on a big part of

the time. It is rumoured that Sir Clusia was a Super Star so bright in her past, she succumbed to Stelar Death, becoming forever entrapped in a
Black Hole form. Through this traumatic process, she learned the empowering technique of circlusion, which she teaches in the big univers(e)
ties across the Milky Way. This, obviously, when students are not scared of disappearing in her insides. Because of her Black Hole condition, it is

always dark in Sir Clusia. Doctors have offered her a Flesh Light to solve her blindness, but they always gravitate towards her insides, irrecover-
able. Because of this she practices what scientists have termed vocal cavitus knowledgus, where she inserts all which she desires to understand

in her mouth. Sir Cluesia, who is an amazing but rather excessive hugger, does not really get boundaries, as her own Black Hole condition is rat-
her boundless. She really likes sticking AROUND people, which always ends up being a knotty situation where entire fire brigades get involved in

trying to extract Sir Clusia‘s friends out of her deep dark cavity, where they unchangeably gravitate towards. It is murmured that Sir Clusias inner
guts have some of the maddest after-parties, but nobody has survived their magnetism so as to tell the story.

The Chusmographer

Star Sign
Capricorn

Motto
„The centre is always constituted in terms of its own marginality.“

Description
Being a real Tavi fan, Clara(some refere to as the chusmographer) makes her way to Barcelona on the ground, slowly, “keeping it real”, trying
to get a feeling for the distance and places on the way, to arrive well tuned for detecting traces of Tavi. after arrival she hangs out in the metro
studying pick pocket techniques, deeply impressed by objects disappearing in front of her eyes and sometimes reappearing in the digital world.
In the night she is being found in the near of flying beer salesman, who cool and hide the beer under the sewage covers- what she considers the
only literal “underground” drink. She doesn‘t know how many Tavi concerts she has already missed, by staying outside of the party, sitting on the
sidewalk, avoiding eccentric atmospheres, trying to make people talk about their darkest spaces, while they would like to go back inside. Dreams
of hanging with Tavi L. in ciutat Meridiana for breakfast, while making plans for a gangster rap music video only taking place in the most touristic
sides. Since Anal-ouge is very envogue she avoids sharing her perspective.

Care(n)tin

Star Sign
Scorpio

Motto
“I know where your fingers were and where they will be.”

Description
Care(n)tin is the ambiguously proud scorpio queen of her own beauty salon called “Crawl”. She knows all the T of all the people, but she gets it
not from their stories, but because she has a skill of extracting knowledge, stories, past and future from the dirt under the nails of her customers.

The only thing that’s sharper than her tongue are her own nails. She goes by many names, but has amassed some tv fame as an invited spea-
ker, where she mercilessly reads TERF dirt to dismantle their misguided politics. As one of her alter-egos, Karen, she infiltrates White Suprema-
cist Networks, to seduce them into a secluded area where she consumes them to the bone, leaving nothing behind except the logos of their clot-
hing: Ralph Lauren, Lacoste, Obey, etc. She has successfully managed to publish a book containing some of her favourite recipes, sponsored by

the very brands, called “Taking Care of Yourself. A Not So Lonely Pleasure: Eating Men” As such, Care(n)tin is a community worker, defending
it against the hostile outside, and nurturing the inside by transforming the blood-stained authenticity of capitalist beauty into dirty glam and filthy
chic.

The Sober Li(s)p
Star Sign
Libra

Motto
„Who do I need to pay to work at the Bar? I want to be a Pinotherapist when I grow older.“

Description
The Sober Li(s)p is a classic case of lipstick forgotten at the bottom of the purse, lightly fluffed, melted and covered in gunk, but still of that bright
coral pink that matches your broken heels with which you like stumbling out of the club with. Li(s)p is a rare unbalanced Libra specimen, who has
a liking for tripping over and breaking their leg due to their secretive drinking. Their impeccable Libra talking skills have convinced the entire gang
of their puritain-flavoured chronic soberness. And that this abstemious facade in no manner contra(dicks) their being throned Empress of the (B)
arty. But let‘s be real, The Sober Li(s)p is drunk day in, day out, knock out. And what is always on the verge of uncovering her lie is their broken
leg, that has taken a life of their own, and wants the world to know Sober‘s affection for wine. But Sober is a smart one, and always runs away
from their incriminating leg. What defines them, without doubt, is that they never have a glass for themselves. Instead, they secretly take sips
off the drinks of others, leaving behind a long trace of rosé flavoured gloss stains in stranger‘s glasses. It could be said that they clearly have an
alcohol problem, but they also have a magic power: passing the alcoholimetro test unfathomed every time. Their nature is light and charming,
always floaty and vaguely horizontal out of light intoxication, like a giggle in the midst of a grave adult conversation. Their left eye tends to go for
a walk when they have one Ch(e)rdonnay too many, so they wear a glamorous monocle to keep it in place. They have convinced everyone it is a
fashion choice, which has justified their appearance in the cover of Wow-gue.

The Shine
Star Sign
Leo

Motto
„All that shines is gold.“

Description
Born a glistering Leo, The Shine is in complete denial, and leaps into their moon in Pisces to contest their narcissism. They have written an
exhaustingly long Doctoral Phesis (ortorgada by the Honourable Univers(e)ty of Pheces, under the Bullshit Department under Professsssora

Fe-sissss) on how the shiny is not attention-seeking, but rather an ethereal mode of deflection that spreads everywhere, omnipresent but centre-
less. In reality, The Shine has Human Dysphoria and wishes to dematerialise into The Bling. They have an appetite for the pseudo-philosophical,

but in fact their academic ramble is just a scholastic excuse to party wildly. The Shine speaks uniquely in the form riddles and rhymes, which are
only comprehensible when exhilaratingly intoxicated, which elevates the listener to the level of dis-abstraction of the shiny world. They are deeply

convinced of their superpowers, which they actually don‘t have, except for a conviction so stubborn it divinates, particularly when related to astro-
logical topics and reading the future pasts (aka the party nows). The Glossary has baptised them the Galardiel of Chusma, but the Shine, repel-
led by their vague anthropomorphism, is planning to evaporate into the form of a light wave. Because they are fond of the clubs, where the en-
vironment is too artificial to guess a delimited temporality, they are proposing The Being of Shine as the new Politics of Radical After-Party Time.

Their radicalism is being held under investigation out of cultish suspicions.

Fe-Sis
( Julian)
Star Sign
Sagittarius

Motto
“Rim-jobs reveal the truth.“

Description
The ruthless Sagittarius Fe-Sis loves good entrances and exits (“just sayin!”). Shit puns are their speciality.
Fe-Sis is diagnosed with a fugitive boredom-syndrome and is obsessed with the oral-anal nexus. They love the dirty gossip. They are true to
their deep, deep, deep (so deep we’re at the colon) inner values and would never reveal their gossip sources. As her always nasty glosslips are
sealed like an under-stretched anus, they are the confidaaahnt of the gang. They always forget everyone’s name, that is why all secrets will go
with them to the grave, as they have no owner in their head. This is also the reason why they start every single conversation with “Hey sis!”.
Their mind-bogglingly fecal ability to keep secrets is slowly driving the other gang members totally mad. Their superpower is their rimming action,
through which they extract the person‘s secrets. Fe-Sis is especially turned on by the fart sounds of Late-X and love a good old kinky orgy. Fe-sis

became known in the club bathroom universe for their coprophagic gourmandise, which rose them to the elevated milieu of the academic bullshi-
ting world, writing the worlds renowned pop song Phe-sis The-sis. But they were eventually fired from the board of the Bullshit Department in the

Honourable Univers(e)ty of Feces because of not talking enough bullshit and keeping their good, hot, sticky secrets to themselves instead, even-
tually having to change career paths. With the help of their good goss Glownorrhea, they got a primetime slot in the same tv network with their

weekly dating show “Bullshit-Bingo – Spill the T. Sis. By Fe-sis”. (“De-COLON-ise your wet dreams”?)

M.

Star Sign
Gemini

Motto
„I ́m either too prejudiced or not prejudiced enough for this conversation to make sense.“

Description
M. has an almost morbid obsession with the police. Their hobbies include hanging out watching policemen until they leave or ask them to stop.

M. is sure Tavi L. is part of a radical anarchist collective trying to take over popular culture in the name of bringing about insurrection. Would follow Tavi to the edge of the world and beyond (yes, M. is a flat earther, hard to tell if it ́s ironic or not).

M. would rather hang out on the curb observing the remnants of urban decay (be it garbage, traces of speculation and abandonment, street-dwellers and sidewalk-prophets)that participate in “hegemonically organized acts of social interaction”.

Carries a little red book where they write Tavi Lyrics alongside conspiracy theories and marxist anthems. Their political views are so distorted and irrational, you could not organise a closet with their ideals. M. feels too young to die, but too old to die young.

they enjoy the night, not for the party vibes but because it reveals another state of the city unbeknownst to many, except for the Nightpeople™ who keep the balance of citylife.

As a self-proclaimed spy and observer of “the innerworkings of a system at the service of The ManTM” they enjoy listening to others attentively in an attempt to understand the ideology behing personality. THis is how they meet Clara, and the sausage and discarded can of Axe© bodyspray known as "the fuet and sweat duett" on the pedestrian bridge by the Markets in Ciutat Meridiana.

Late-X

Star Sign
Pisces

Motto
„Did I just miss my punchline – AGAIN?!“ // „Sorry, I‘m Late-X”

Description
Late-X is always late to the party, as they always need time to get into their favourite party outfit. But at least you can hear Late from afar as their
sounds of their costume latex fittings protrude their appearance as their outfits make fart sounds when over-lubricated. When they are very late

they just wear their headpiece that is a kinky breathing control mask. Late-X starts every conversation with „Sorry, I‘m Late-X again...“ that alrea-
dy has a jingle for itself. Late-X slips a lot, that is why it could be that they just broke another toe or are bruised on one spot or the other. They

don’t know it, but their life is so accidental that it is somewhere between the Odyssey and the Chaos Muppet, all wrapped together Late-x. They

also have a drumroll-jingle for their (Freudian)slips. Their best friend, The Fuet and the Suet Duett, is constantly asking them if they aren‘t swea-
ting uncontrollably in their suit, as they want to extract the newest odor for their collection and research. Late-X is a true Pisces and loves to be

surrounded by Latex, as it is the only possible container to the infinite mass of water that pours out of their heart out on every drunk confession

session in the after-party. They love after-parties (as they are usually too late for the real parties anyways) and use their shy pisces outer Late-X-
shell to be secretive about the next hot orgy location. They love sticking their heads together with The Shine to send WhatsApp-riddles where the

next after-party location is to be revealed. Late-X has a big secret, unknown to the whole gang,which they inherited from their e-X-tended queer
family.

A group of Glossaries // Ophiciouses: A Cacophony

A group of Muds // Virgoes: A Puddle

A group of Glownorrheas // Arieses: A Pandemic

A Group of Body Builders // Cancers: An Under-Pack

A group of Sir Cluesias // Taurus: A Super Nova

A group of Chusmographers // Capricorns: The Carton-graphers Summit 2020

A group of Care(n)tin // Scorpios: A CARNEival

A group of Sober Li(s)ps // Libras: A Speak Easy

A group of Shines // Leos: A Flare

A group of Tear-Comes // Aquariuses: An Ocean

A group of Fe-Sis // Sagirariouses: A Diarrhea Attack

A group of M.s // Gemini: A BDS(M)

A group of Late-X // Piscis: A Flooded Rubber Factory