'bOrt the unloved. 'bOrt the unwanted. 'bOrt the embryonic clown. Would have been the son of Scooch. 'bOrt preserved for the sake of science, in a jar. Dead tissue speaks in a scaly whisper, a mandala of meat under the microscope: does evil begin in the womb? "Out damn'd spot." cries Lady Macbeth. And Macduff, "I from my mother's womb wast untimely ripped!" The modern mantras of affluent power.
All matter has consciousness, all matter vibrates. Preserved for eternity, 'bOrt is the knower and keeper of secrets. Look at his eyes. No mere dead clump of hair to be blithely flushed down the toilet, he is animated with the mirthful knowledge of everything you want to hide from the world.
|They generally always deviate from the sketch.|
|Excerpt from the 'bOrt video w/Merzbow soundtrack.|
|Freshly squeezed 'bOrt.|
|Fashion forward spine-revealing back-straps on jacket.|
|Soaked and sealed, arms open for the hug that will never come.|