Who needs William Burroughs/Brion Gysin? Who needs a pair of scissors? Off the Net and off an email, I took the words for this poem: from Keith Richards, sexagenarian rocker and an interview with a today star called Infinito 02017. This is the dance mix. I call it Life Explained, ya dig?
My voice is kind of this wild style
so it kind of brings it back together
in there. All right.
"He was cremated and I
couldn't resist grinding him up
with a little bit of blow." Keith said.
You got Infinito 2017 equals
nine two times, because
it's 99, then you got 99 inside of,
you know, tomorrow.
Message body repressed.
It all cohesive.
"My dad wouldn't have cared,"
Keith said. So it's like 720 degrees,
there you go. Glad you