Sunday, December 13, 2009
Children of the first bed
A poisonous child painstakingly peeling away the skin from the frogs having wanted to get closer they are afraid of the venom I shoot from my teeth. To keep all of the kills in shoe boxes, with bodies conjoined by the laces is like taking snapshots and remembering what you looked like 3 years earlier. Preservation does nothing differently in-between the skin and the paper.