My mother drops blood down a wire from my 3rd story window that leads into my mouth on the street below. All the while she is giving an interview about our family history. and my bloody origins The blood dripping wire forms the hypotenuse of a right angle triangle in space. The audio/video cables that run down the building to a wide screen monitor for the audience to experience is another line of the triangle. The last line connecting these points is the lines written on the sidewalk that diagrams my family tree.
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