i met this dog in the old Food Parade building on Harris Ave. it's skin had stiffened and glossed to a leathery sheen, head had been removed, and it's hindquarters and legs had been twisted 180 degrees from where they naturally should have been. a hobo had propped up his mouldy mattress just an arms length away. wicked, archaic symbols had been smeared on the walls, floor to ceiling, in thick, blackish house paint.from the original sketchbook:
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