måndag 19 Mar 2012, 23:40

SHIT! Low-riders blasting Autechre up and down the street with their minds blown. Up and down the boulevard like a robot with a piece. Fuck! What are we gonna do John? All the best hiding places have been taken by the broom handlers and stock candlers – I don’t even know huu they are MAN! I’m a desperate joke and the clinking, metal thugs are upon me like never before – circling me like bastard vultures; I can see their tiny eyes. I’m trembling so much; sweating all over my pockets as I fumble inside them fr my shooter – my tiny, silver shooter with a red stripe. Where are you, you silver bitch? Moisture betrays me when I find it and a bullet fires out of my purple-stain trousers, ricocheting to hell and back. My brain’s ablaze with the haze in my eyes and the whole block is filled with contemporary electronic beats and do-rags. Oh God, this is awful! I try fr the shooter again, fingers all twisted up, and blast a chunk of thigh from my body: searing white, hot burn. “FFFFFFFFU…” I’m blowing myself to bits before these Anvil Vapre cunts can even ge’ a chance. Holy Fuck, my thigh. I clutch at my mangled leg in desperation and fall to the baked, hot pavement below. The Autechre cunts are all around me; their shadows touch my face. Save me John! Save me PLEASE..