"I don't like the country, it creeps me out.
In the country, dead bodies live in swamps, and ditches, and shallow graves.
A man dumps the body of a girl in a ditch.
The body rotts,
melts into slime.
Flowers pop up where the body lies,
seeds fly out of the flowers,
and a bee sucks the flowers and makes honey.
And then the family of the girl buys the honey from the store.
And the family eats the girl."
Tracey Fragments
zaterdag 23 oktober 2010
vrijdag 22 oktober 2010
Horse
"When a horse falls, foam comes out of its mouth.
When it falls, the legs of the horse thrash and the horse is no good... So somebody shoots it.
The horse turns into glue.
A machine puts the glue into bottles
and children squeeze the bottles to get the glue out
and stick bits of paper onto cards.
Glue gets on the children's hands
and the children eat the glue.
And the children become the horse."
Tracey Fragments
When it falls, the legs of the horse thrash and the horse is no good... So somebody shoots it.
The horse turns into glue.
A machine puts the glue into bottles
and children squeeze the bottles to get the glue out
and stick bits of paper onto cards.
Glue gets on the children's hands
and the children eat the glue.
And the children become the horse."
Tracey Fragments
donderdag 14 oktober 2010
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