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(No animals were harmed in this process.

) A rolling pin pushes out thousands of middle-aged women on cold slate floors. The wear-house is blanketed in colored and colorless females lying on their backs. Public volunteers collect at the feet and roll firmly up the bodies. They press down with much more force at the hairlines all in search for the filaments of composite material. They roll from foot to look 17 times on each body. On average, the worker must begin spooling when he reaches the pelvic bone. The legs tend to resist degeneration and manufacture which does not make them great candidates for fiber harvesting, but in any case, they must be passed over. Often in this process, there are moments turbulent extraction but the space retains its quiet. When discrete, elongated grains seep out of the body's pores like a hoard of slow-shifting snails; biological projections expect pain and a commotion but these beached female anatomies are built on regeneration. The fiber leaks out in spun filaments and is evidently caught by a sterile, steel tray and transported. Prepared with masks and machines, the contentious work-mates unravel each thread with pointer and thumb. REPEAT ACTION: pointer and thumb, pointer and thumb, pointer and thumb REPEAT ACTION: pointer and thumb, pointer and thumb, pointer and thumb Each measure is disentangled with the accommodation of one spool. Once the cylindrical devices are masked in speculative colors, they make their way over to the contraptions that weave and work their way into the way of the sleep. At this time the volunteers unfasten white smocks and reveal their sleep colloquial womanhood. Uninterrupted by the stacks of fleshy, human, strings stolen from their series of women, the transition to the apparatus' who compose continues. They follow themselves to the brown,stunted, lacquer stools, spread reels, until their fingers, dosed with impiety, begin to sing to the loom.They spin in, over and over, until they have spun themselves back into belief and into their factory object. When the nations lie down to rest, their heads collapse onto the sea of female fibers, braided together: a pillowcase.

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