Kintsukuroi by Tumour Puppy
A perversion of nature,
taking what is left and making it whole.
A ruin held together by rivulets of gold, silver, and mercury
for its dreams of lust, let them flow and bind
trembling viscera.
Shards alone risk the piercing of flesh and mind,
creating little entrances -
how many holes can this body hold?
Entrances make good exits,
and insides often find their way out.
playful harsh electronics
bedroom recordings
stream of consciousness
cut n paste