Keywords and Brief Descriptions

in the quick-cut-spliced-split-beamed-flashed n’flickering we’re both now nothing more than a hypersupermegasearch a word, a phrase, a soundbit, a visual image caught by someone, somewhere, with the oldest device, the newest device (soon to be outdated to become the oldest of the newest devices)--- our blood is mechanically electric & fading unless someone comes to charge us up again & the brief descriptions of ourselves are found in files lost somewhere in the coil--- try & separate yourself from the flood & there is nothing but static try & join yourself & you only do it on the terms of everything else connecting with that which you feel uniquely outcasted from dislocating oneself from that which we feel intertwined & meshed eternally--- yet the “eternal” is only found in the hyperreal & even that is outdated, upgraded in the typing of this sentence & downloaded in the visual implants lodged in your retina for nanosecond review--- a lump of synapses & predictable evolutionary garbage, we trip & fall through this world we quickly destroy--- long live the decrepit anthropocene, the spiraling down the hill of the rock toward the feeble recreations of ourselves pretending to push it back upward.