In an effort to become what you eat you consume seven tons of lobster. Six weeks of complaint filled days pass but no lobsterness in sight. And then on the seventh week, a Tuesday afternoon, if that matters, you notice a pincer growing behind one of your knees.

old fish market
a million dead fish
your hair colour 

Michael O’Brien


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