One truth hands black & dark and inkly severed from— and tiny squares of arithmetic density perhaps … His hunch—perspective—proves something some scream or prowl with semi-automatic plutonium a standard-issue chokehold six shots four through the arm two in the head too many too loud … Say it, man! Art can save you— tinted pulp in thirty shades from black to white no whole Without which on a dirty sliding dolly beside Pepsi and a 20-inch no-name fan pointed some other way … Beside Him: One man smiles at the camera full of ham clueless; another diabolically on haunches grounds himself and drinks up Phil & Chuck.