Bone Sink
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My lurid pepto milken mind froths oily in bone sink.
Thoughts tik tak tap, jack-Knife clat and crack of tarmac skidded roadside (s)mash. With burned and blackened synaptic tack its gummy fingers clasply beck, on graspless once real half forget the cat-pult cat sack canal dunk clack thoughts black now are drawn back back to back. All this Phone hack back slap claptrap blow back. Limited Edition of 33 Signed and Numbered on Reverse 19 x 35.5cm Printed with Genuine Epson UltraChrome Pigment ink on 100% cotton, pH neutral 310g Canson Infinity Rag Photographique Paper to achieve Museum grade Archive Quality prints. 
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