Written works cooked like steak; words killed with no moral or ethical inhibition, grilled on a fervent forged grill, and served best blue rare.
The taste of crisp burnt fragrance of the charred buttered outer layer with the rare metallic taste of tender-still-bleeding meat hidden inside is the perfect parallel to the rich and harsh raw embodiment of life. It sits on the outer edge of what is considered safe and acceptable, and teases with the excitement of the innate primal instinct that exists in all things living.
The bloody rawness exudes the flavour of life and death. An amalgamate of the darkest desires and most innocent needs; only burnt disembodied words can convey the raw aspects that are hidden within the superficial mundane façade of our society.
A production of written works compiled from what is left of dead, mutilated, raw carcasses of words.
