Amplified in their fetish state

And that you in you dress, naked inside. Poured trust. It starts with you. And about the “conte” he comments on the imaginary. Sculpt dreams from the head. The ones in the mouth. They round up the monstrous animals to remove their menacing spikes. They collect their pieces of keratin. With its remains of terror. In the stops Their scattered objects proliferate. Like exaggerated fans. Fertile with peaceful destruction. Amplified in their fetish state. Your wounded street.

Palimpseste sur painting. Mirror Sub-Irrealism. Random intratextuality.