Dry trees like motionless plucked birds

 Dry trees like motionless plucked birds. A thick coat of fur remains over the inert, inarticulate bones. So that? To as. Life runs through the flesh unknown to itself. He doesn't know if his ego is looking or being Swedish or Finnish. It is always outside of itself. He believes himself. Alone in own home evicted. In a tremendous ruin of conscience, mortgaged with high interest. Unconscious debts of himself.

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