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Kåre Leander Ringling Frang

haha

The wooden clogs ended up in smoke
these are no longer cars
no roar nor screech nor skid nor speed

dismantled, ripped & born
with a stone like skin
and a pearl glance on her inner shell
+5 armor
react empty:
eleven fifty five
save and sound

breached hands
exposed by a vague contour
webs of silver trails
vorpal schemes
iridescent escape routes

Users hands
must have felt something
flames perhaps

we slithered on with gree
stoic and stout

the smell of new car came with the wind.

duo show with Kåre Leander Ringling Frang
@ Future Suburban Contemporary, Copenhagen