My Kevlar’s in Salinas with Shelley’s
concussion grenades
and robot fuck-toy 3d visualizers.
De Stijl dirty, vodka
salad dressing. It’s a Thai film. I see.
Opens with drug dealing, people stealing,
that port footage Sippy killt.
Clip after we clip, homie, full tilt,
Immanuel Ballerstein,
                                     Blade at Satan’s bog
just doing my thing invisible style.
Raoul Coutard on the farewell pan through container canyon.
Chantenay carrots like a fulgurant amalgam of hard drives.