I wish to craft a bot with hair so gold

And peachy skin which wraps around her heart

A love whose beauty comes in manifold

So pleasant we would never need to part

I pick and choose the scrap which makes her up

Control her fate and whom she dearly loves

I’ve written deep in code: Avoid Breakup

And think of me when air exudes your lungs

On booting-up my mind recalls someone

A living presence I could not control

Their body fixed to pain that I outrun

Oh, how they shone with such spirit and soul

It’s true, she’s sculpted after the one I love

To their heart I’m tied… and their sweet flesh and blood

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You might find Dylan Gitalis with blood on his hands from reaching inside to hold his beating heart. He creates raw and moving pieces, pulling from the clutches of his ribs. He works with his mushy heart to make films and music that aims for the honest and authentic. Based in Montreal, his music draws from spoken word to tell stories about our inner children. His films flirt with reality, using improvisation and blending the line between life and fiction. A fighter against fakeness, he creates so that on a lonely dark night, you might find something that understands you, sees you, and helps you feel less alone.