Cars were parked all over the yard, with rusted parts, and chipped paint, that gave way to faint brown sprays on jagged window frames.
And where the oil puddles turned the tall grass grey, a trail was made that lead the way, to the house where the bodies laid.
Stripped of clothes, and filleted in droves, they were posed in ways i couldn't explain.
He used a hammer to remove the teeth, and neatly sawed them into pieces at the creases, as he dumps the clumps into a drum of something acidic, before pouring it down the sink, where he swiped the fodder, and runs the water until clean.
He then places the teeth on sheets of torn cloth that he bundles up, and stashes up in the loft, before heading off for the street, to repeat his play, to the piece, so his dreams can seep into your day.
He was a hitch hiker, having his way.
Feb 11, 2013
Feb 11, 2013 at 12:28 PM UTC
Cars were parked all over the yard, with rusted parts, and chipped paint, that gave way to faint brown sprays on jagged window frames.
And where the oil puddles turned the tall grass grey, a trail was made that lead the way, to the house where the bodies laid.
Stripped of clothes, and filleted in droves, they were posed in ways i couldn't explain.
He used a hammer to remove the teeth, and neatly sawed them into pieces at the creases, as he dumps the clumps into a drum of something acidic, before pouring it down the sink, where he swiped the fodder, and runs the water until clean.
He then places the teeth on sheets of torn cloth that he bundles up, and stashes up in the loft, before heading off for the street, to repeat his play, to the piece, so his dreams can seep into your day.
He was a hitch hiker, having his way.
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