Insurrection for a prom night

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Riot porn has found its soundtrack of the times, a stateless coup d'état dreamed up drunk in the backseat of a car.  Yet this is no adolescent fantasy of the few.  More the scent coming through the open window, something much larger, slow, something magisterially ugly.

With all the formal driftiness of grainy footage.  With the grandeur and delay of pixels that can't quite register the speed with which a scatter of gasoline takes off, along the tar, up the body, across the shields, already fire before it gets there or got itself lit.

Hybrid dreams

for B

The car sat along the grass, huddled, very fuel-efficient.  Through the double frame of an open window and an open door, it watched the backside of a screen.  It saw, in shaded verso, cast from a projector that would have thrown its cone of light straight into the dim headlights if not for the blockage of the screen, one of those ads in which the cars do nothing but drift all day, slung low and across the horizon skittering across the infinite crystalline dust of the salt flats. 

Ah, it said, turning over with a lubed cough, there really is too much friction in this world of ours.  To slide like a hot coffin on ice, boy, now that would really be something...