Kåre Leander Ringling Frang
The wooden clogs ended up in smokethese are no longer carsno roar nor screech nor skid nor speed
dismantled, ripped & bornwith a stone like skinand a pearl glance on her inner shell+5 armor react empty: eleven fifty fivesave and sound
breached handsexposed by a vague contourwebs of silver trailsvorpal schemesiridescent escape routes
Users handsmust have felt somethingflames perhaps
we slithered on with greestoic and stout
the smell of new car came with the wind.
duo show with Kåre Leander Ringling Frang@ Future Suburban Contemporary, Copenhagen
