Diane Hine - No Elegy For Plaster Teeth (Part 1)

Diane Hine - No Elegy For Plaster Teeth (Part 1)

Bony greying woman in a plaster-spattered coat br Mixes stuff of which they're formed with mind afar-remote br Pours the moulds, prepares their beds in fluffy little piles br Therapists in pastel scrubs fly in and out with smiles. br br Schooled to their desired shape in template alginate br Mallow soft to nougat hard, delivered, lives oblate br White or pink, uniquely formed with pegs arrayed askew br Four-percent neanderthal effects are coming through. br br 'Dog ate the retainer' states a form and gives her pause br One way or another pesky canines are her cause br Trims and shapes didactically, prepares them for the fray br Pristine 'fore the onslaught, knows they'll barely last a day.


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Uploaded: 2014-11-10

Duration: 01:03

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