Ghengis Jung
Dec 1 2006: the girl put four baby birds in a styrofoam cup. she placed the cup on the rafters in the basement above my desk. two zebra finches, and two finches of another kind. they ate cereal from my hand.
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We are not human beings – at least not in the way in which we most commonly imagine ourselves to be human: flesh, blood, bone, muscle. We are more than a much more than a mass of prickling skin, twitching eyes and gnashing jaws, throbbing flesh and pulsing blood, all of which will ultimately fail [...]