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Wafting ropes of Steam from Eggplant frying among Chopped leek Cling to the air - or Resin crooks down the Pale curve of The tub, stitching violet Arteries. There are no both ways about it! Greasy pointillism hangs on The air in greys and Grey, elongating into Rivulets into fossilised Stalks and into Heartless resin. an Undead forest spreads across The kitchen - so i watch from The tub where i Dab my fingers into Red-brown resin.