Skullshining from Breathing Machines by Andromeda Monk

Ideally,
There'd be hinges on your skullcap
You'd take out your brain
And let it sit under the cold tap
It'd be easier than paying guys
With paper clothes and fancy knives
To hack away
At the thing

And you can't
Just take all of your skin off
Then jump in the bath
And start washing everything off
Snakes have always laughed at us
As we polish and clean the scuffs
Of everyday
Violence

When you were a child
They'd hold you
Squeeze your rubbery bones
And mold you

User's guide
Has some tips on interaction
And maintenance and care
But doesn't promise satisfaction
The craftsmanship is nearly there
But over years the wear and tear
Will need repairs.

• Experimental
• avant-pop
• low-fi
• Vancouver