There is a dust bowl, and some brown suited Americans hollering on guitars. There are fields and a lane of swimming pools and chrome encrusted cars. There are long hairs and a pop culture so violent, each smile leaves blood trails in your bong’s wake. There is a low period where we dance and Africans rise, there is a depression, but there are computers, there is a game all black and white dots, there is a phone as serene as the fields. There is a moment in which meaning lifts up off the violent demonstrations, the abolitionist!s bombs, and lands in a screen and becomes commodified. Banderas.gif
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