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- Caroline Kurze
We are smearing our self-pity-spread (thick) onto our bread, daily that is, of course straight onto the (rancid) drama-margarine, for that speacial mixture, (explosive) until from out of the corner of the mouth that sticky goop gushes and all I want to do is vomit.
+ Read MoreI wish, I could preserve that love of yours in jam jars (with strawberries from the organic farm or rose leaves from hospital hedges), for a bit of variety on the breakfast table, until even that gets stuck in our throats, hinders swallowing, (careful).
Please leave your fear in cans, something in tomato sauce, do not open, it stinks.
Text by Anna Töws
Image © Antoine Henault
Image © Cindy Li
Image © Mono Carmigniani
Image © Audrey Gagnaire
Image © Normen Gadiel
Image © Tim Wu
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Image © Elisabeth Mochner
