Let's never play spattergories again. This horror groovy flips coins and papers cuts Dali's cow eye faster than a camera could capture. You didn't see bits biting? Eight monuments to information hegemony: data as organizing principle is nothing but evil: scroogled booglers market booze to toddlers. That's all cynicism (don't tell J. Bentham that my utility bill wouldn't pass cheaper gas) snuggled up with resentment: past desires make the best poisonous snakes. I am chattering with bold Italies: juice box red wine lashes eyes with blind drunk and refuses Tuscan suns. Sentence me, Judge Bread, to stomach gains and charter planes ready for triangular ocean tombs, for that at least I could see coming through an open cockpit door.