Love Songs & Aspic

"In my milk-like heart, you have come to stay for rent. You pinch my cheeks like a parrot. Why have I grown this moustache? For the day you menstruate for the first time. Like a treasure I keep you between these boiled eggs, caught in aspic, waiting for the day when you will give me two male children."

A zine in which the bodies of lovers jiggle like pieces of meat suspended in aspic