Freak

4pm, outside mcdonalds. school kids are beginning to gather. “oh my god there’s something seriously messed up about that new lad. he’ll probably be a murderer or something when he’s older.”
“he’s such a freak.”

the grubby pigeon
with strange markings –
prince of all birds

Stephen Toft

Freak

Fishmarket

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

Fishmarket