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bitterness of iron: remove the milk in bate of oxen blood spills a bovine scent coagulates -- two membranes, five and nine in aluminium warp the boiling point -- two hundred, ninety degrees Celsius, left standing, half a day: cardboard instruction sets carbon constriction imprinting burnt hair, burnt hooves  -- the taste of not eating a liver, raw -- Where is the nameless face carrying cups of coffee, bought on a journey somewhere, and nowhere et al . . . kindreds, wrapped in the smell of decay: the uncured hide around his hips, or was it his wrists, never touching?
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Oct 26, 2013
Oct 26, 2013 at 7:09 AM UTC
14:18 -- In Liver and Gelatine
bitterness of iron: remove the milk in bate of oxen blood spills a bovine scent coagulates -- two membranes, five and nine in aluminium warp the boiling point -- two hundred, ninety degrees Celsius, left standing, half a day: cardboard instruction sets carbon constriction imprinting burnt hair, burnt hooves  -- the taste of not eating a liver, raw -- Where is the nameless face carrying cups of coffee, bought on a journey somewhere, and nowhere et al . . . kindreds, wrapped in the smell of decay: the uncured hide around his hips, or was it his wrists, never touching?
21.09.2013 - 14.10.2013
christine-ueri
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Oct 26, 2013
Oct 26, 2013 at 7:09 AM UTC
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