260x100x110 εκ. Μέταλλα, πλαστικά μπουκάλια, νερό
The irregular box is set on fire with wood, the smoke leaves through two pipes, one passes through the other box and through the cylinder inside, where the water is heated. The water is replenished when it evaporates from the bottles.
I got up scared with a blow to the face, to the face of the marble. Yellow, blue, red blood. I mixed them in a plastic hole that contained grapes. This is not the time for grapes, nor for bullshit. And I went to wipe away the tears and the colors, after I took the pole from the earth I had hidden, along with a few emotions. And I put it in the broom and then I put it in my wound, to see how deep the blow was. How deep was the blue. This selfishness Blue hatchery and incubator humidity. Humidity does not affect me. Selfishness, the moon. And there is someone who boils nettles and drinks them when the moon is full. They also filled the garbage in the kitchen with dirt and manure. I grab the soil with my hands and smell it. I do the same with the nettles that have grown next to the bed. The bed is not mine. Only the table with the bed. The electronic board of pharmacy says 35 degrees. The level of difficulty is removed. They will hardly understand why…