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Tiny dynamite for the eyes.
About Me:
An author the substance of the dawning banks of Pittsburgh, Jason R Mink is an association of the individual, an identity rooted in basis of the absurdity principle. His work looks forward toward an earth in cloudy fallow and broke irrevocably; it rots, becoming fixed, that work of mankind struggling into the sea of deindustrialization. Indeed, his poetries are eccentric absurdist dramas planned around the masses without a face, or so he says in such a way to spur the anarchy-kücken. Sweetheart of humidity, as for him it is the surface finish left from the sun which has lain hidden and is found. A self-described flotsomologist, he forms its clay/tone net over the city born, coagulated on riverbanks. Most often starting from the sun-found lining, the empty net that is thrown, past detritus scavenging solidified Kawagisi present poem in order to create narrations. Junk of the type, Mr. Mink makes the interesting noise only all too well alone and as a member of der MOTORBINDER. S it t off, how it is surely tied with the white sugar.
