DR INK

I record­ed what it looks like when I write a poem and the (sig­nif­i­cant­ly sped-up result) is below.

and the text of the poem:

DR INK

	a guide to kulchur - 2 June 2013

it sticks
like sm
	oke to the
roof of mou
	th as a hund
red slim faces a
	sk the ques
	tion why do
you do i
	t

there is no
money to be
made in thin
slic
	es of spent
even
	ings hunch
	ed blank
pages fill
	ed with
a hund
	red hunt
	ed syllab
	les A pistol
shot thro
	ugh with liq
	uor we bou
	ght inst
	ead of
food
they ca
	ll them sl
	ugs for a
rea
	son the
on
	ly
presc
	rip
	t
	ion to c
	ease the b
	east cr
	awling up
our throa
	ts

and you won
	der why we
dr
	ink.